Written a while ago, after looking at the new structure at the entrance of the alma mater. Very emotional moment that.
Once upon a time, there was a fragile looking board, faded, rusted, stood in a corner. The name was written on it.
More than an institution, it was our passage to adulthood.
A fancy structure, an arch of stone, now marks the entrance. And a slab, also of stone, bears the name. Etched and fitted with metal letters. Shining. Tall. Promising matching futures all the same.
And an MBA school sits where Dreamland once used to be.
I can still see us.
It wasn't time that was passing by, it was you and I.