(January 6, 3:54 pm)

It was a meeting of sorts at Mangalore Junction,
where Nishat sir turned up with 32 zestful ACJians..

He's just so electrifying..his playful ways are like breather to your sad mind..my goodness..one tight handshaking, and it felt time wouldnt be kinder again...it was so good...it was just awesome..it was like all those happy, delightful moments had come back to life again..

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Mausumi and i were the guides for change...we took them to KSRTC, from where they were off for Belthangadi..but not before we had had a marathon of talk and some pleasant repartee..

Librarian miss was there too...why does she have to wear those ill-fitting salwar kameezes in ACJ? she looks so self-assured in jeans...

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There was the electrician too..the one who recorded the key issues classes...remember...sitting behind nalini miss...with those curly hairs..the one who followed not a word in either Hindi or Englissh..okay, sorry sorry..im over describing...what do i do? i dont remember names and places...though i remember events remarkably well..anyways, he hobnobbed in his usual sign languages...and this other sir from the non-teaching staff...he recalled how we had been with Geeta mam last time..and how i had missed the train for Wayanad and then turned up two days late..

Oh it was pure magic..it was like some generous tides, returning old pebbles devoured by the sea..Nishat sir is so wonderful..

If i ever had had space for a father- from mumma and grandmumma's indulgent love- id wish a one like him!

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But wait, "picture abhi baaki hai..."
we'll be meeting again on 9th, when they return..

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