|Since we mentioned our friends from school days, here are some of them (from left): Vishwanath (Sarasa's elder brother), Sarasa, Gangadharan Menon, Geeta and we, ourselves!|
This must be something these four sisters also wondered about, which prompted them to photograph themselves every year since 1975 to today (See photographs here.). (We were in college then and roughly our ages correspond.) We hope they are still alive and doing fine.
So what do you think, reader? Man is a strange creature we must say. We try to keep the changes from showing but it does, show, we mean.
We are a part of our school group (in our fifties) which still meets once every two, or, three months. We see the outwardly changes time has wrought on us, but inside, we talk, behave, laugh, joke, just the same as we were in Adarsha Vidyalaya, Chembur, Bombay. It was then a small school in a nondescript suburb of Bombay and we were children, and, still, we are children. Only, the world sees us as adults, and with them we try to behave as adults. Despite what behavioural scientists would have us believe, we never change. We remain short tempered, mean, venal, miserly, bullying, as we were, all our lives.