This just happened to be the time after the first college term ended and with it did the dreaded first confrontation with the post-senior examinations. Now the exact period of this one would be the night when the hostel passageways were echoing with the deafening orchestra of wails of despair, and clamor of the fulfilled, ergo The Results.Our Hero – to his ragged relief – fell into the upper echelons of the second category. The consequences?
Our Hero in this occurrence found shreds of his self-esteem recovered. His already distant, rugged and irritable roommate became even more so. Traffic to our hero’s humble – decidedly disarrayed – abode increased manifold. Rumors of his unparalleled brilliance brewed. Heads turned. And amidst it all, our hero had that one pleasant clichéd thought.
“Maybe, just maybe, it will all turn out to be for the best. (And who knows? A girlfriend maybe..?)”
Unlike fairy tales, it didn’t. Unlike hormonal drama channels, it did. It just went on like life does. Unpredictably, that is.
Not to say there weren’t some rainbows with metaphoric comedic gold at the other end. Of course, we paid more mind to the refraction phenomenon.
Up next: A change of weather. Stay banded.
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