The story was quite some time ago. What about the story before this story? When i was back in school. Caught myself reminiscing about school while i was flipping through my autographs. It occured to me that in the course of our lives, we do meet many many people, and often many of them leave an impression deep enough such that we only require a particular trigger to remember them. The story has been so different in a matter of years. It somehow seems like I have made jumps, not transitions, in my life. In between are large empty spaces. The story before, the story now and the story after. These are the stories.
