The first one

I would thoroughly like to believe that my schooling was a disaster. The purpose of the entire exercise was defeated once I passed my 12th grade with run-down colours. I never thought I would even be a part of the mad hammer and tongs activity of admission to a decent college, but I think I should be obliged to the heavenly grace that helped me see through the entire graduation programme of three years. Wonderful and magical three years which now just seem like a dream that I had lived and from which I never wanted to be woken up from.

Therapy for a charred soul.