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It would be a year in July 2017 since Kaleidoscope left the place with rivers, amazing sunsets, blowing winds and wavy byes. It would be a year since Kaleidoscopic departure from interfaces, holding hands and consoling weeping minds.
Kaleidoscope like many others have learned that time heals. He thought that if time fails to heal it helps you deal with the past and departures. Does it? He is still skeptical.
Just when he was wondering if the connection has started becoming blurred from the place itself and that may be kaleidoscope now has to rescue his soul from the depth of his chain of memories to deal with the past to embrace the time he gets a phone call. With all practicalities its a call reporting the final result of Kaleidoscope and his colleagues' deliberations over their beloved students. Yes, they have secured grades to be remembered. They have secured grades that every teacher would dream about their students to achieve. However, it also marks end of a chapter. This is genuinely the last batch whom Kaleidoscope have taught at the place he fell in love with.
Now the space would be even more alien. May be except the river, Kaleidoscope would be even more marginalised, placeless and trans. May be that's the way it is... may be that's the way it should be.