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The  FB has gone viral with Maya Angelou posts - and why not ? She provided us with all our iconic quotes - for all seasons and reasons. For most of us she combined the traces of feminism and being feminine with aplomb and appealed to our collective spirit of being a Phenomenal Woman !
Coming back to Kolkata with the rains was a relief ! I escaped the heat - Kerala despite the humidity did not stifle us with the pressure cooker weather, thankfully. This time being a guide to B was fun - though he was a reluctant traveller - and was most unadventurous!! His constant query was how I travel alone all over the place without the language ..and everytime I said Reliance fresh-a...was a source of amusement ! But Kerala teaches me how to stress on the last syllable - right-a, left-a......:) "Jashmin deshe jadachar !"
For Chibu this is the last week in college - not that he has been there much ( caused me great distress at times ) , yet in many ways this is the end..officially he is going to be on his own - technically an adult ! Is he sad? I don't know- the transition is often a little difficult to accept...the lull before the storm , before being thrown into the deep blue sea, being accountable for your actions ...the price you pay to be independent ! 
I don't remember my last day of college surpisingly- but then I was not attached to my college either !School for me was so much more symbolic- whenever I dream , I dream I have gone back to school and many times to APS, a place that still remains so close tomy heart!
This has been an interesting week in many ways. I connected with my friends from the Naliya days ! Naliya seems like another era ! When I asked Chibu he said..the names seem familiar , but not the faces ! Connecting with Usha and Liz was great ! I still remember the temporary accomodation where we all stayed and how Liz took us around in her van ! Anna and Andy were around Chibu's age and Chibu just terrorized Anna :) ! Especially remember little Anna  in a ghagra -choli and Chibu running after her yelling Choli k peeche ....and Anna running for her life !Anna told me how I taught her to write C with a cup ! Made me smile ! Memories at times are precious!

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