Catching up with an old friend, the music teacher blasting me for leaving it all, the unnatural excitement about taking up my next assignment, the tears I try to hide every time I look at Aunty’s face ( she was my second mother in this godforsaken place called k’kulam) and snapping at someone when I shouldn’t be really bothered… All this feels so wrong at the moment.

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