It's only when you get to a certain age that you can say this: "I'm visiting a place I last saw 36 years ago!" I'm at that age, I guess, because I can say it, and this time tomorrow I should be nearing one such place: a school I spent a couple of years at and have never gone back to.
So is it a depressing reminder of grey hairs and time passing by, this weight of 36 years? Not at all. I feel curiously charged. I have the geography of the place imprinted still in my mind, snapshotted from when I was 9 years old. How accurate will that snapshot be? What will have changed in a generation that's passed? Will I see myself, sitting solemnly in the line to get my hair cut under the banyan tree?