Nostalgia An Afternoon In   Alma Mater  By ZGM   Something happened inside me, I involuntarily pushed my foot on the brake pedal, stopped in front of the main gate of my alma mater with a screeching sound disturbing the passers-by. I don’t know if it was the crumbling building, once buzzing science block of my school with its shattered windows that got on my nerves- stopped my car. Or the crescent-shaped signboard, reading in bright letters Islamia Higher Secondary … Read entire article »