Reunions are the perfect opportunity to re-live those memories; the shards of longing that take on new meaning, a fuller picture is built with the bricks of collective recollection. On such days, when friends get together, the sun goes a shade of nostalgic pink. A familiar face evokes the frantic spring-cleaning of memory for a forgotten name, the quiver of the heart as it takes in the shock of recognition.
There is no tale, about IHM Kovalam, that can be completed without the ubiquitous Mohan Chettan’s mention. He is a part of our active memory, an ageless edifice, with whom some of the most important events of the Institute are connected.
The IHM Chronicles Series
On My Nightstand
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