Fiction Solomon stared at the message. It is not often that a message comes traversing twenty years and makes your heart skip a beat. No, the message was not twenty years old. He had had no contact whatever with the sender of that message for twenty years. In those days, twenty years ago, she was a symphony that flowed through his veins. “You made me pass English. Remember the guidebook you gave me? And the tricks you suggested? I passed English because of that. Otherwise I wouldn’t be the teacher that I am today. Thanks. Sangeeta.” Solomon read the message again and again. His heart pulsated faster and faster. The heartbeats struggled to recreate a familiar symphony from the mounting feeling of nostalgia. Does she remember only the guidebook and his tricks for passing an exam? Have you forgotten the math exam in which you showed me some answers so that I passed? Your roll number just preceded mine and we were sitting on the same bench for the exam.
Cerebrate and Celebrate