Raghuveer attended lectures almost as regularly as his mother.
His little carry cot would sit beside Alankrita's desk.
Wrapped in Sara's knitted blankets.
Protected by an entire university.
The remarkable thing was not that he attended classes.
The remarkable thing was how incredibly quiet he was.
He never cried during lectures.
Never fussed.
Never interrupted discussions.
Sometimes he slept peacefully.
Sometimes he stared curiously at the ceiling.
Most of the time...
he simply watched his mother.
Watched her write notes.
Watched her answer questions.
Watched her debate journalism ethics and media law.
Professor Thorne once stopped halfway through a lecture and looked down at him.
"Mr Raghuveer appears to disapprove of sensational journalism."
The entire class laughed.
Raghuveer blinked once.
Professor Thorne nodded seriously.
"Strong editorial standards already."