It’s all very hazy now. I remember only bits and pieces. Pacing up and down my room etching line after line into my memory. Long hours, early mornings and late nights. I remember concoction after concoction of attempts at staying awake. I remember aching muscles and a turbulent mind. Looking back at the year I took my boards, all I remember is stress - the stress of one set of examinations being ‘it’.
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