He opened his eyes slowly, looked at his wife, first the chin, then the nose and finally the forehead. She was sewing, with her lips pursed (as all women do while sewing). He watched her intently, was it the morning’s fog that was rubbing its back against the bedroom window, was it the day’s first shaft of light that slantingly stroked her ears, was it the jocund manner in which she brandished her needle as a child does its scars, he no longer remembered, but she was beautiful, and nothing else mattered. She muttered something indistinctively, rose and brushed the crumbs of bread on her frock, flapped it once in air, pulled the needle away, started, as if she has seen a ghost. He never woke up so early, she held his face up by her pink palms and kissed him on the lips, there is nothing whatever the matter with him, she declared after examining his sleepy eyes and wrinkled forehead with her lips.
Here at Great Lakes, students approach electives as the protagonist did his wife. First the perusal of course outline, then the first session, and finally the assignments. All the trepidation is washed away and the students begin to love the electives, for each elective taught by the best and only the best in that field. Most of the professors fly from US, for they feel united in the sublime cause (to be the change, be the best and make India proud) for which the institute stands for. And, the professors shower their love (fuelled formidably by their passionate reverence to the subject) on the students, just as the protagonist’s wife did.
Holding her purse in one hand, tea cup in another, she approached him. Washing the tea around with a spoon, he lent his eyes to the purse. She was hiding her hands behind her, such a ravishing beauty she was, he thought. Much as a hen spreads her feathers and guards the nest and eggs, she was hiding something from him. He shaded his eyes with the back of his palm and looked at her. With glistening eyes and hair that had fallen over her forehead, with the sun that flew in to catch her smiling, with the parrot on the window sill picking at her wings, with the cat that stopped licking its paws, in the bright morning, she looked frightfully gorgeous. He stroked her cheeks with his palm, held her hair that was smoothly caressing her forehead and tucked it away, rolled it over her ears with his thumb and index finger. Slowly he extended his arms about her, embraced her and pulled the hidden object out of her hands. It was the purse; it had a beautiful rose knitted on one side. After thorough examination, he indicated to her that the rose was so good that it had to be in the middle rather than on a side. Ah she liked him for that! She loved him the most when he commented on her hobbies. The moment was so precious for her, it was a moment that she lovingly gulped in, if someone walked into the room right now, they wouldn’t realise that a precious and intimate moment had just occurred, and she thought, it was so intimate that only she and her husband would know, it was theirs and no one would notice. She loved him for that.
Much as the relationship between the protagonist and his wife, the lecturers hide their most precious objects (case studies, assignments) until the very end. And, at the end of the course, students lovingly embrace (with a thorough understanding of the subject) the case studies and business plans. And the lecturers are so delighted with the display of passion (by the students in their deliverance of the assignments) that they tuck the moment close to their hearts. And the relationship between any guest lecturer from any part of the globe and the student stays fortified forever, as they promise to come back to Great Lakes, for little did they knew (or expect) that passion of the kind displayed at Great Lakes existed.