Healing

Years roll by fast, and those who once entered the campus awe-struck, with twinkles in their eyes and pure innocence in their hearts, are now middle-aged family-men and women, navigating the complex labyrinth of life. The grooves and curves have altered the topography of their faces, hair lines have receded, and heads greyed. The transformation is not just physical or superficial; rather, it is spiritual and deep. Among them, some of the angry activists have become quiet and philosophical, and others have taken a different turn, moving from quietism to activism.