St. Joseph’s College — the main building of my primary school [source]

ow much of him can I really be expected to remember? It was more than thirty years ago and we were only toddlers. I can’t recall his voice or how tall he was or what his face looked like. The only thing I do remember is the gaping hole left in the pit of my stomach when I realised he wasn’t coming.

But let me back up a bit. It was the year 1987 when the five-year-old me first stepped through the arched corridors of St…



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Rahul Misra

I write mostly poetry, and some fiction. You may find an essay in my feed once in a while. Connect at or