An Undeveloped Picture

Rummaging through the forgotten pile of debris lying around in my room, I came across my admission letter to IIM Ahmedabad. It was a nice little thing to look at, the mustard-colored envelope reminding me of Ahmedabad’s swirling dust and burnt bricks. My parents had kept this piece of memory tucked inside a folder full of certificates and it occurred to me as I was peering at the jali-window logo that my eyes were welling up sooner than I had thought they would. Continue reading →