December 18th,2022
The world cup football was to be played between Argentina and France. The CMS college was showing it live on the big screen.
By the time I reached the Great Hall, it was jam-packed with football-frenzy youngsters in their teens or early twenties. I was the only one with grey hair. With no chance to even enter the Great Hall, I stood dejected at the entrance when my friend Midhun condescended like a Messiah and took me to the front and managed to get a seat for me. The position of the seat was such that it provided a difficult angle to the screen. Seeing this, a girl seated next to me offered to exchange her seat with mine which provided a better angle. I thankfully declined her offer as she too had come there to watch the match. I could sense the care the girl was trying to provide me. When a seat next to her became vacant instead herself moving to that better position she forced me to move in and I obliged. To reciprocate her loving care to a stranger like me I asked who she was. To my surprise she told me that she was a 2nd year BSc student of Physics in CMS I was even more surprised as she had given me all that care without realising that I had one taught in her department. Meera. That was her name.
Forty years from now, Meera, then only in her fifties,would be watching the world cup football on what screen, with what technology, God alone knows.
If Meera reads this post now, I am sure she will remember me then; yes forty years from now.
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