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  The other day, Mahesh called me in the morning to let me know that he had started his journey from Kolhapur to Lavel. Honestly, I felt incredibly happy that day, even though I couldn’t pinpoint exactly why. This often happens to me—whenever I feel excited or joyful, it usually means I’m about to receive good news, meet someone who resonates with me, or accomplish something meaningful. I knew it would take Mahesh at least six hours to arrive, especially since it was during the rainy season. I had a practical session scheduled from 10 to 12, which I was busy conducting. Yet, without realizing it, I kept checking the time, almost as if I were about to meet someone special. After finishing my practical session, I got involved in some other work.  Meanwhile, I noticed someone unfamiliar passing by my window, trying to make a call. As I watched closely, I realized it was Mahesh! Anyone familiar with English literature, particularly those who have read Robinson Crusoe , would under...

 On the 1st of August, the day began with a storm, both in the skies and in my schedule. I had a supervision duty for the makeup exam from 4 pm to 6 pm, and the rain poured relentlessly throughout the day, drenching the world outside and soaking my spirit with its persistence. After wrapping up my duties, I started for home around 6:15. Before setting off, I called my son, promising him I’d be home within 20 minutes. His voice bubbled with joy as he shared his excitement—he had won a prize in a school quiz. His only request was a simple one: sweet corn. I agreed, and with the rain drumming a steady rhythm on my helmet, I began my journey home. The raincoat I wore was no match for the downpour, and by the time I reached Shantiniketan corner, I was drenched and weary. At that corner, an elderly woman and her middle-aged son sold sweet corn, their presence a small beacon of warmth in the cold, wet evening. My son was fond of the way they seasoned the corn, so I often bought it from th...