Millennial Tamali and Shibashis grabbed a window-table in second floor of Calcutta’s iconic Coffee House in College Street. Looking at the building across, Shibashis began trembling “I didn’t bring my English text-book.”
Tamali: You OK, dear?
Shibashis: See that second-floor window in that building, my eighth-grade classroom in high school.
Tamali: I’m listening.
Shibashis: In first English class, we didn’t bring our textbook. As punishment, the strict teacher made us standing on chairs entire time.
Tamali: Really!
Shibashis: Oh, that shame and humiliations! They’re watching and mocking from here.
Tamali: Now might be your turn.
Shibashis: Winter-recess, no classes now.
Tamali: You OK, dear?
Shibashis: See that second-floor window in that building, my eighth-grade classroom in high school.
Tamali: I’m listening.
Shibashis: In first English class, we didn’t bring our textbook. As punishment, the strict teacher made us standing on chairs entire time.
Tamali: Really!
Shibashis: Oh, that shame and humiliations! They’re watching and mocking from here.
Tamali: Now might be your turn.
Shibashis: Winter-recess, no classes now.
