She was visiting the old city of her Alma mater after 5 years. On the roads, people crossed each other in a fashion that could only be justified by a zombie outbreak. Looking out through the dusty windshield, she could smell the dampness in the weather and the stagnancy which encompassed the not-so-upbeat life of Ahmedabad. As the green signboard heralded the arrival of her college, her heart started thumping; the nervousness of meeting someone after the last goodbye; the expectation that they would be frozen in time, capturing a part of you with them. Reverting back to the scrutiny by the security, she uttered unconsciously. Some words are etched into the memory and they flow out with slightest in-citation. She picked up her luggage and started walking into the darkness that would unleash the lush green heart of this sacred institution, the Louis Khan Plaza (LKP).
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