It's an odd feeling, getting used to that old groove you'd worn over a period of three years again. Yes, I realized that all these people I used to interact with on a daily basis were almost strangers for me now. We would stop in the corridor, the awkward silences growing until finally we would break it with the inevitable fluff questions and quickly part with just a little less sincerity in our fond farewells.

I realized then that my position as the quiet person in the corner observing the rest had not changed, probably would never change, it's always just the circumstances keep revolving. This, of course, opens up a whole new train of thought about the hopelesness of the whole process of life if one is doomed to make the same mistakes everytime.

Class reunions will do that to you.