Eighteen was the discovery of Liberty.
And, alas, of Responsibility.
Liberty from school schedules
And Prefects and Monitors and all things grim,
And NEVER having to go on to a sports field again.
And one’s hopelessly uncertain future.
Liberty to cut classes
And head out to stir a doleful cup of coffee
While summoning up the courage
To greet the vaguely-met girl at the next table.
Eighteen was when she brightly called out, “Hi, Mani”
And the guy behind muttered,