50 minutes ago
“It’s not too sunny,” guess I could walk. I make my way out of Marine Lines station, and start walking to college. A little pug comes running towards me. “Hmm, Parsi Dairy Farm,” I should have the kulfi here once again. Someday. The tiles on the footpath are still loose. I proceed with caution, so as to not step on a loose one, and prevent the oozing mud from dirtying my feet. College students are walking past me – they seem to be making their way to the station, hurriedly. I guess it’s CIA time. Maybe they have a shitty timetable – as always. I take a quick look at Kyani & Co on my left. “Hmph, maybe I should stop by for a Veg. Cheese Burger on my way back.” To my right, students seem to be enjoying Cold Coffee for 25 bucks, at UK Juice Centre. “Should I take the subway or….I guess I’ll just cross.” Suddenly, mosquito repellent smoke from the sugarcane juice vaala dominates the scene.
Finally, I arrive. “संत जेवियर्स कॉलेज,” reads the board now, instead of “St. Xavier’s College.” I gradually make my way inside, almost expecting the watchman to grill me for not having my ID Card. Again. “Degree collect karna hai,” I say. They usher me inside.
The quad looks beautiful, as always. I cannot stop smiling. I then see @shagunpeerbhai making her way towards me. It’s a happy scene. I feel nostalgic. And just a little overwhelmed. After collecting our degrees and contemplating over the idea of meeting our professors, we make our way to the foyer. Not much has changed, except that now, we barely know anyone and barely anyone knows us. That’s a rare thing for anyone to say about the foyer, you know? Without any hesitation, we make our way to the chaat counter. “Would he remember us..?” Well, he did. Familiar smiles followed. “Ek dahi bhel batata chaat.” It was a wholesome meal.
We almost ate in silence. I guess not much has changed since we graduated. Sure, the number of foyer boards has decreased, there is now a softy machine in the canteen, Anna has been replaced, and I’m not scolded for not having an ID card anymore. But yet, something was missing.
Somewhere between perceiving pasta for 60 bucks as a treat, to finding it ridiculously cheap, I guess we grew up.