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It was packing day, the day after the convocation. Some of the students had left. Others were in the process of leaving. There were tears and hurried goodbyes all around. I was standing at the reception, ready to check out. Priyanka barely looked at me as she passed by. I tried to muster up the courage to talk to her. We may never see each other again. Was this how she wanted to leave things between us? Is this how I wanted to leave things between us? My heart screamed the answer to that but I still could not approach herƒ Does the bumbling, clueless-about-women. Anil Krishna ever find love and happiness?