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I remember last year after abrogation when all the communication sources were barred & everything was shut down. Things became a bit more hard especially when you're away from home in such appalling circumstances. We were hit by strong waves of desolation & pensiveness.
Some of the students used to cry, while some skipped classes. My inner stoic person didn't let me display my emotions though. My concern wasn't contacting back my family, but rather what would befall us & the consequences. The collateral damage.
Since, I wasn't able to make a direct & proper call to my family. I had to wait till january when they restored 2G to talk through whatsapp. There was this complete, mournful, daunting & drearily dull silence upto six months. Nobody knew what was going on the other side.
Home doesn't feel like the same way it used to before. Gust of wind hits you differently now. There's no sunny weather. Only gloomy clouds looming over our red painted sky. Whenever I remember that perturbing time, it sends shiver down my spine. That silence changed everything.
