While writing this,I can feel the strangeness around. I feel the same while walking along the lively corridors, the estranged classrooms in fact all along the campus. It seems that only a second ago, she was here.. in fact now also shes here, watching me and I am intruding her space... and shes not liking it...
Do the food cooked here is from the menu she had loved most??? Are the faculties , the guys ,she has chosen for us?? Are they her messengers??? One guys surely is... He makes us think critically. Infact i owe him a ton. He only made me sense the presence of the white lady around... She loves his subject.. shes always around whenever he teaches,listening to his teachings... I feel she preaches it too...
I wonder some day students will find me too hanging on the walls , gliding the corridors... listening and teaching critical thinking....
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