It was a fine Monday morning in the month of March 2017. Okay, well, now I realize that the words fine and Monday morning are oxymorons. Add to that the fact that we were having our second Internal Assessment tests of the semester. So, all in all, very few reasons to call the morning a “fine” one. To add to my troubles, the hostel canteen people had cooked their infamous onion dosas which used to taste so bad that they came out faster than they went in. Sorry for the disturbing mental image but that is how it was.
Hence, I decided to do what any sane person would do in that scenario, quickly gulp down a couple cups of tea with a packet of Parle G biscuits and ran off to the exam hall, for if you were even a minute late for the exam, you would have to…
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