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No more alarm to be set earlier; no more rush to board that "7:50am" bus; no more flower vendor to inquire, "why are you late to the stop today?; no more 15-20mins of free roller-coaster ride with a bag hanging over the shoulder; right hand, clutching the railing and the left hand, carrying a water bottle and my mobile.

No more cardial smiles and unexpected assistance, offered by the strangers; no more bumping into the long lost people out of serendipity; no more leisurely walk basking in the soothing sun and sniffing the inducing aroma wafting around the hotels on the way; no more kiddish satisfaction—"I'm the first to reach today!"

No more random thoughts that keep me engaged for another 10-15mins along with the breakfast I prepared; no more random smiling faces which enquire my whereabouts and kickstart a lovely day; 

No more chance to witness the teachers, juggling with so many forms and answer booklets to be evaluated— red pen at one hand and blue at the another; no more flexing with the BLACK PEN, calling me "The coordinator" myself; no more papers to be scored out with a borrowed red pen; no more stifled laughters on petty things; no more Asha mam, sitting next to me, having an invisible rope at hand to tame me whenever I go berserk. No more Meenu or Angie to call with funny weird names and no more mockery; no more disapproving looks or friendly pat from the chief; no more Shamim mam to entrust us with the task of sorting out the mountain like heaps of answer booklets with her friendly smile.

No more fellow coordinators to findout strangely innovative ways to unfasten the bundles (Mrs.Aarthy can probably understand this😂); no more wracking of mind to findout that one answer booklet which is mysteriously found missing while packing; no more self imposed rat race to finish the work first before the other teams; no more need to scrutinise the corrections of the seniors and to find fault with them (as if I were the BOSS!), brandishing the black pen. 

No more need to run pillar to post, submitting and distributing the booklets; no more unfathomable look of R.K mam or the amiable smiles of Raju mam; no more bragging with broken Hindi and no one to find fault with my HINDI. (Chooha / Billi who bothers!)

No more irregular lunch periods with regular fun; no more snatching and hoarding of food; no more self-imposed ordeal— eating my own preparation; no more sedentary lifestyle results in excruciating pain in the nape; no more evening wildness to finish off the work and fly off as early as possible; No more trades with the team to fill in my personal record in the evening, for having scored out the papers in the morning; no more free pillion rides with Kathir sir to the bus stop and no more college students at the bus stop to push me into the nostalgia of my college days; no more chance to hear that "I MISSED YOU" even when I avail leave for a single day.

The days spent were less but the memories created were abundant. It was yet another "ADVENTURE OF MAHA, THE COORDINATOR" (As mentioned by the team head) and will ever be close to my heart. As the principal of the centre said, the experience gained was rich. All the smiling faces, thoughtful advice, friendly scoldings, the GIFT!, conducive ambiance, friendly and motivating head— every single thing has added some scores of multi coloured pages to my book of happiness within the shortest timespan of less than a fortnight!

Looking forward to yet another adventure....

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