A bad Day.

I reached the College Office at 1 pm. There was a big queue. Amal was outside the office just killing his time. I joined him to see the beauty of my college from the first floor of the main building. I understood it was late for my exam. I went in front of the queue and asked for my hall ticket. ‘ I have my exam at 1:30. Make it fast.’ The clerk searched for my hall ticket in his bundle and couldn’t find my name. He tried once more confirming the name and number. But there wasn’t mine. I felt really angry and was about to shout at him. Suddenly Vipin pulled me from back and said. ‘ I didn’t find your number on the exam hall.’ Now I was little confused. I went to the hall and found that my number was not there. I didn’t knew whet was the solution at this 11th hour. I said Vipin to go and write the paper. I rest on the step for a few minutes about the solution. I knew that if I try to contact the exam cell and enquire I can write the exam. But its already late and the whole procedure will make me very much delay.

I walked back to my hostel with anger in my mind. I didn’t knew whom I should blame for this. May be I had filled my form incorrect. I consoled myself. But my real feeling was when I thought about the preparation I had done. I had worked hard for this exam. I couldn’t get a nice sleep for the last two days. I could have collected the Hall ticket earlier so that I would have found a solution for it. Really today was one of my bad days.

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