I visited my Alma Mater again, as if in a dream. She instinctively opened her arms, the gate swinging out on silent hinges, admitting me to the main street now broader with a tree-lined median. Just beyond its pale, wild shrubbery from time immemorial grew and spread all around in the residential grounds. But, she stood neat and prim, glowing in the late morning light. She appeared somewhat diminished by time, self-effacing and withdrawn – as she had never been in my time, in the images persisting in frayed and faded reminiscence.