Early morning studies and late-night study extensions. The watchman chasing me out of class to lock them at night and waiting for him to open them in the morning. That had become my life. To the point the watchman was somehow a friend, or just got used to me. Everyday, I reminded myself of where I was going and why it was so important to reach there. I figured that no one else would understand.
I saw my mother approach, from afar. She wore a yellow coat. I felt a feeling of relieve. That I was no longer alone. When she reached my bed, she stood by my side. We did not talk. We just stared. At least that is what I recall. I wondered where the rest of my family was. I later came to know about the various restrictions that had been put at the time. Keep reading.
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