I am studying in a class of geniuses. My presence here, in this bunch of walking-talking corpses, could just be an accident. But I am here. And the campus is huge. And the place is great, albeit very far from being even remotely close to home. I miss home. I miss ma, baba and gugu. I miss the terrace and the jet black Sintex tank that glistened in the half-lights of evenings. I miss the tall red building and the house under construction and that only window in it which sat like a small yellow square against the darkness of the sky.

And in nights when the darkness is too piercing, I stray aimlessly without direction through the streets of this campus with two more strangers I have found in my class.