We entered, pulling our luggage behind us. I was back at my alma-mater. B e it just for a couple of days, but I was there. I could see my heart running ahead of me. I was signing at the gate, to mark my entry and my eyes were already searching for familiar names on the list. Oh! And my nose could smell the parathas that were to be cooked that night! I could feel heaven again! But only this time, I wasn’t the same anymore. I had changed. I seemed to have suddenly grown older, what’s called maturity had taken over the innocent joy that prevailed. The very places which were reminding me of myself just a few months ago, were also making me realize what had become of me. I couldn’t get myself to be the same again. I was excited, but not quite. I was happy, but not quite. I went ahead and met my friends. We were all the same, ye t so different now. We spoke a different language all together. Our multi-lingual background never mattered much to us; we used to learn from each other. Now, all of