Acid

It is a shame really. The way kids are brought up one way and once they grow up, all the opposite ideas are force-fed to them.

We grow up as nationalists, being taught to always serve our country and countrymen, the poor, the desolate. Reciting Iqbal's dua everyday in assembly till we knew it by heart. 'Ho mera kaam gharibon ki himayat kerna, dardmandon se zaeefon se mohabbat kerna'.

Psycho detective mode.

Three episodes of Castle and I've turned into a squinty eyed detective myself, doubting the authenticity of stories other people have to share.

March to October- Much ado about nothing

Detached is the word I've been looking for. A few weeks here, a few months there. I no longer have an emotional attachment for my students. There's no more a sense of belonging when the hard truth of my temporary presence is known to me. Half a year later, I'll be gone from here too and though my students might feel sad (well, they claim to) I know for sure I won't be able to reciprocate the emotion.

A change in schools earlier this year brought me to an all girls school at quite a distance from home.