Anaahat

It seeps slowly, through the bones, sags her shoulders like a breath through her being. Corners of her eyes, hold invisible traces, of hopes and hopefuls, dying and living, each day, every day. Dreams and wishes, in silence elude her senses, out of her system, through her feet, sinking, firm into the moist earth. Then she breathes, again life into the core, raises her eyes, clears the lines,on her forehead, takes a step, leaving behind, an imprint, of a disappointment.

This is my third day for a course in the Mumbai University. PG Diploma in Philosophy of Communal Harmony and Social Peace. And I have a story to tell. It’s unpleasant and disappointing. I came across this course on the University website. The modules were very interesting. My aim was to gather knowledge, to broaden my horizons, to do something productive with my time and along with it all get the  Post-Graduate Diploma. I spoke to the course coordinator much in advance before the deadline, checked with her the requirements and planned my date for admission. Day 0:  I reached the department of Philosophy. I got lost since the course coordinator couldn’t explain the directions to the building. I somehow managed to reach by a round-about route (when a gentleman agreed to show me the way) by traversing small streams of gutter water, dingy unkempt corridors. Finally reached a small room (cannot call it the office) of the Course Coordinator....