Once again,I glanced at my Writco feeds.It have now became a habit during freetime.I have developed an instant urge to write something,daily.I even doubted if I had something to say,or was I just saying something.

As I searched the racks of libraries inside my head,I heard the office door squeaking.

It was a woman.She stood before me.I travelled back to my reality.And as the part of an office etiquette,faked a smile and asked

"How can I help you Madam?"

The woman seemed as if she was identifying me.I too felt the lady's face familiar.

"Aren't you Vishnu,the son of Dr.Vasudevan?"

I suddenly came out of the clouds of befuzzlement .

"Jayashree Teacher?,Why are you here.?"

My legs stood by itself in veneration.My heads bowed down in respect.My face gleamed in an effulgence of love,and happiness seeing her.


To be continued