Standing in his very own ishtyle….as he always used to stand in our management classes. He saw me and my expressions…which were mutually trying to recollect those fond memories of our classes…those pranks…those lectures n those offline assignments notes in college canteen…before I could move a step forward and say a word...he recognized me and left his Gol Gappa Queue.
It feels good to meet someone who has been one of the motivating factors in that stage of life in which so many dreams were ready to take off and geared up to reach new heights.
Due to time constraint…could not talk to him for long…but yaa…having a touch base with him was enough to open my basket of those tender memories.I left with a smile on my face after listening to his GURU VANI and his very own dialogue “Maturity isn’t a matter of age. Bits of life and pieces of experience is the route”…Umm…may be.
