13 years ago, in the fall of 2002, I captured a shot through my nikon. It was that of wooden fences. About a km from spartan village, where I was staying as a graduate student of MSU.
I was far away from home, lonely, staying with a housemate that hardly spoke.
I didn’t have any money and the stipend was meant to be saved as much as I could. Even if it meant being stingy.
I wasn’t enjoying my studies. I was acing the exams but not enjoying.
And I didn’t know what would happen of me. All I knew was I had to go back to India. To what, I wasn’t sure
Ruchi and I went to the exact same spot this weekend.
The fence is still there
Nothing seemed to have changed
I wish I could tell my self from 13 years back
You will be fine!
You meant 2002?