Comfortably it had stayed there for a long time, searching for an excuse to be made a free soul, a free maker of its own destiny, to cover canvases of imagination, to erode misconceptions of the many, to say things unsaid, to just play.
My hands were shaking, a deep sensation ran down the very nerves that drove these hands, this body, this mind. How shall I? What should I write? Were some of the questions that bombarded my peace of mind.
I picked up the pen, adjusted the glasses which had seen the many, unseen the many and wrote-
Ma’am, I need 16 marks to qualify. I will study seriously the next semester.
I did it.
The story of most of us engineers. I hope you enjoyed. 😀