I remember years ago, walking to my first tuition class. I was not failing in English yet the 350 rupees every month were worth all the larking about (competing with the summer cuckoos) we did and less of grammar we practiced. Tuitions easily became something to look forward to. In hindsight it might have substituted the lack of playtime we suffered from otherwise. 

In a choppy span of a few final semester exams, this recreational adda where many football games were planned, suddenly morphed into something much grave. In a sense it must have prepared us for the uncertainties awaiting us in the future but I would often find myself clutching at the hems of the heavy words in the textbooks I carried, barely coping but that’d be a topic for another day.

Coming back to the city, it’s thus normal to find five or six instances of such pilgrims regardless of the time of the day, shuttling around like worker bees. I think I’ve said enough. I have stuffed the rest of my words into the picture.