The room was silent. The only sounds heard were the scratching of the pen on paper. The invigilator moved from one row to row, alert, agile. He had to, you never knew what tricks the children came up with to copy.
Nisha was tense, Chemistry was not her favorite. And today the paper was tough. When the question paper had been distributed, everyone had been disappointed.
She began the third answer when her pen stopped working. Thinking that maybe the ink has run out, she picked out another pen, that too was not working, so she picked up another. But whats this.. that also is refusing to work. Panic creeps in. Beads of perspiration glides down from the nape. She runs the pen a couple of times on the last page of the answer sheet. The pen starts working and she heaves a sigh of relief.
But she has wasted some time and there is a lot to answer yet, she starts writing fast……..
The invigilator announces that only 10 minutes are left. Nisha is on the verge of tears, she has not completed her paper and she knows she cannot.
When the invigilator snatches her paper, Nisha jumps up…….
….and sees that she is on her bed.
Her mother sees her jump up and then notices her noticing her surroundings. Then she sees her rushing to the bathroom.
Nisha freshens herself and returns to her bedroom and then notices that there are absolutely no books in her cupboard. Instead there are bibs, powders and what not.
‘Maa, you again cleared up my cupboard. How many times I have told you not to touch my cupboard. Now tell me where are my books.
‘Maa where are you’, she yells.
Maa comes near and looks at her quizzically.
‘Where are my books Maa. It is March 1oth, exam starts in 10 days, I have to study’.
Maa still keeps looking at her.
‘What?’, asks Nisha.
Maa clears her throat. And says, ‘As far as I know you have passed all the exams that you had to pass. You have done your degree, your post graduation. And whats more you have also got married and had a baby’. And she gestures to a bundle on the bed. Having been awake for the major part of the night, the baby is blissfully sleeping amidst the commotion.
Nisha then remembers that yes she has cleared all her exams including the delivery of her first-born and is at her parents place recuperating.
Some fears like exam fear remain with us for a long time and can even come and haunt us in our dreams. 🙂
A real life incident which happened with my sister and is written for the prompt DREAMS.
I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words 8th – 14th December 2013.
Today is the last day of the festival. Had a good seven day of writing and basically juggling between writing, reading and housework. Hope you all had a good time reading through my posts. Thank you for being a part of this festival.