A Love Letter to TISS & Bombay
This post is long due. It has been 9 months and 26 days of being home, of leaving Bombay. And in these nine months, there has hardly been a day when I have not thought of the city, of my college, of friends who I had to leave behind in a haste. Despite posting umpteen number of pictures on Instagram, doing so many 3-hour long video calls, I somehow don't seem to get enough of the two years that I spent in TISS. I wonder if things would have been different if we had not been asked to leave the way we did. On 17th March 2020, I booked my tickets for home after being told that we have to evacuate hostels. Amidst packing, I went to tapri with friends for some chai-maggi. My father called to discuss the logistics and I started crying. I don't know if it was the fear of the virus or the uncertainty of the future or just this forced rushed up good-bye that I was supposed to say to my college that has given me the best two years of my life. The plan was to submit the dissertation an