TO ALL THINGS COMES AN END..........
Or so it seemed, as I sat there staring at the assortment of letters and numbers that lay before me. I had a vague memory of me opening a seal that said ‘Chemistry Test’ and taking out this booklet that I had. As soon as I looked into the paper, I became oblivious of everything.
Some people call this getting serious. I have heard a lot of those in the past couple of years. “You’re in 12th now. It’s high time you get serious!” or “Are you taking your studies the least bit seriously? This one year can make or break your life you know...!” Something along those lines……… Indifferent to everything else, some of my classmates sit in front of a certain piece of paper they call the answer script with their heart and soul buried deep in the fathoms of the subject. The mystical workshop known as the mind whirring and rotating its gears scavenging equatio ns and formulae long forgotten. I felt something like that, only it wasn’t equations I was searching for. It was something else…….
Some people call this getting serious. I have heard a lot of those in the past couple of years. “You’re in 12th now. It’s high time you get serious!” or “Are you taking your studies the least bit seriously? This one year can make or break your life you know...!” Something along those lines……… Indifferent to everything else, some of my classmates sit in front of a certain piece of paper they call the answer script with their heart and soul buried deep in the fathoms of the subject. The mystical workshop known as the mind whirring and rotating its gears scavenging equatio ns and formulae long forgotten. I felt something like that, only it wasn’t equations I was searching for. It was something else…….