THE LAST SPRING ...(2)
There may not be another spring in the huge compound of this bungalow, which is likely to be pulled down to make way for an eight-storey girls' hostel. I wish I could move to my own small house now under construction some 25 km away on the National Highway. Or, I could relocate myself to a new place to work for a couple of years, saying good bye to ISM, which has been my home for 37 long years!... How sad I could never be in tune with this place or the people here, yet I continue to live here for the sin of bread!!