It was the September of 2014, and a Sunday, when my phone was struck by a blast from the past. A long-lost classmate from school I hadn’t communicated with in over 20 years had added me to a newly created WhatsApp group of other such classmates. “Welcome to the Batch of 1990,” he announced, opening the door to nostalgia.
Sunday went by, with my smiling foolishly and typing furiously into the phone. So did Monday. And a good part of Tuesday, too. By Wednesday, things started cooling a bit as we slipped back into life in the present. As the days
