A petition from the Students’ Association is on my table. They want the start of the academic year to shift from July to October. Heavy rains, traffic jams and the long queues for admission exacerbate tension.
I call the secretary, still lost in my thoughts,
“Tell them we’re taking the process online. There is no need to queue up in the rain.”
I go back down memory lane – to that afternoon when I met Angela in a similar place, and offered to share my umbrella.
This generation will never know the romance of rains. They live online anyway… Why bother?