30 Years & Counting...
Everything I was wearing that day was brand new, except for Dad’s watch. The ensemble - A striped blue shirt its long sleeves neatly buttoned at the ends, pleated black pants ironed to perfection and my shiny black shoes. ‘It's a brand new start son’ Dad had said as he gave me his large Seiko timepiece. It didn’t fit, obviously, but I held onto it tightly nonetheless. Our uniquely oblong classroom was really noisy on my first day at junior college. The rustling of restless feet and the incessant, nervous chatter of anxious students like me only served to tighten the knot in my belly. I sat on the first bench with 3 others, trying my best to keep it together. Peace and quiet finally came to us like a wave, the noise gradually reduced starting at the back simmering down the aisle. I didn't have to turn around, It was clear to me that someone important had just walked into the room. Jibimon Joseph was an unusual name for a physics professor.