Nisha medam , recollected Alok, looking at himself on the glass of his cabin's door. He smiled, as a young female voice flashed into his mind, calling out enthusiastically, Alok saar! The professor placed his right hand on his chest and closed his eyes, feeling the heartbeat throbbing within him, as he remembered a young girl twirling in the heavy rains her pony swang along as she danced crazily. He chuckled to himself and turned back. His student had left already. He hurried towards the white concrete wall marking the boundary of the corridor. Resting his fingers on the wall, his eyes