Recently, we took another class trip to the beach. Everyone else was doing their chapparh-chapparh on the sands and the water, but I felt sort of melancholy. These people, who have been a unit for nearly three years now, are slowly breaking away to find their own identities. For a short time, we were all friends, brothers, sisters, but soon we shall all be out there competing against each other in the market for scarce jobs. Me, I shall be stationary, still here while everyone I know and look forward to seeing every morning leaves. I am a ghost here, it seems. There are moments when everyone is involved in the class, laughing, joking and making a good deal of memories, and I'm at the back (I always sit at the back now), watching silently, like a ghost, just watching them and thinking how much I'll miss them when I'm taking classes with stranger I don't care about at all.