The constant fight between pass and fail, being rejected by the favorite person and to be body shamed, between changing dresses and changing beds, the rat race to "prove" yourself in front of your professor and to make the parents "happy", had ended.She was lying face down, on the cold hard ground in front of the cafeteria of the 7-storey building, with a cheat sheet folded in her hand. There, people made a circle to enjoy the show, to see the loser. Somebody declared that the game is over, people must go home.
~Madhurima Mukherjee
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Life.
شِعرThis isn't a story. Just a compilation of my favorites! All the credits to respective people.
