Four months had passed. There was no time to go to Dombivli due to exams. The exams got over and there I started the process of calling the college to confirm if the principal is available for the day.
The phone bell rang but it died as I awaited somebody to pick up the phone at the other end. After trying it for several days I tried contacting my Dombivli friends to confirm if the phone is dead or the number has changed but in vain.
I could only try my luck this time. I left for Dombivli and anxiously confirmed the availability of the principal. There was a positive reply. I just had to get a signature on the photocopy of the leaving certificate.
I had to wait for about an hour but finally got the signature and with a smile left the college.
Next Tuesday I left for the university to submit the photocopy of LC and they handover to me my migration certificate. I had tears in my eyes as I took the certificate in my hand. These were “Khushi ke Aansu” after the tragic climax of “Migrating for migration” and “Still Migrating for Migration”.
Migration finally had a happy ending.
