
Exam time…again…
The rains have hit the ground. Instead of lying lazy under a bed sheet and look outside the rain dance, its time to get to exam hall. Its first time since SSLC, I have to write 9 exams back to back. Sometimes, this may be my last series of examination. Don’t know what lies in stock…
The preparations are as usual unread notes and last minute rush. I miss my hostel days where one will teach (rather give lecture) the rest and many leaving to the exam hall together.
After the exam, it was a usual routine that followed. ‘How was it?’. How shall I answer this question. As all my performance lies with the red ink of the person who valutes the paper. Till the result arrives, I am very much unaware of what will it turn out to be??? Hope is the only tool…