This is my graduation class and I have bunked quite a few of them.
terrifyingly I realize it has to be a long time
for I am frantically looking for the college the home of my graduation class
and here I am groping to get my way back asking people the way to my college!
Must be my long absence playing tricks on my memory but that hardly makes sense.
At last I find out the iron gate
from there a narrow passage shows flight of stairs
but my class, which floor is my class?
doesn't strike me the hush as I run up the steps
wasn't it the fourth floor?
and when I reach it gasp for breath
my graduation class looks unfamiliar so is the head stooping under the table lamp his specs almost falling from nose intently gazing at something from the maze of electrical apparatuses spread before him.
I don't recollect having ever a teacher like him
but today I don't trust my memories
too many things I have forgotten
must be the fallout of missing classes for too long
the man there in my graduation class has to be my teacher!
He looks up as I start speaking
I'm sorry sir, being ill I've missed some classes but I'll manage to catch up.
Then it happens
my bag swings in the air pulled by an invisible force!
He smiles at my awed face
don't bother, you know, it's so strong the electromagnetic field of course such nasty pulls they make
in a flash a floodgate opens
my graduation class doesn't have a lab inside my bag by now flying in the air is an office bag I have no business in the college anymore
I had left my graduation class over three decades ago!