I’m already halfway through the 5-year PhD tenure at IISc and I’m already worried. Not about the profession or work aspect, but about goodbyes. It will be painful, excruciating. Every stop is marked with memories.
All those smiles on the walking alleys towards the department, the warmth and affection extended by the faculty, camaraderie of other students – even the familiar faces who used to dust and clean the labs…They think I don’t notice that, but I do.
Right now, I float around as if it’s gonna last forever…but it’s not. I’m standing at the midpoint right now. They think it doesn’t affect me, but it does…it would eventually.
People, I was never a very accessible person, but that doesn’t mean there is no connection with the place or with all of you. There is, and from tomorrow, I’m going to return every smile, every wave of a hand, and every greeting. Maybe that’s the revivification part.