The morning was like every other—lazy and slow. The alarm rang, but I snoozed it again. The thought of school, exams, and endless homework drained me even before the day began. I knew what was waiting outside my room—chaos.
As soon as I stepped out, my parents were already in full swing, throwing their daily tantrum about the future."Do you even care about your life?" my mom asked, frustration evident in her voice."Your board exams are around the corner! Look at Amulya your friend got 98%! And you?" my dad added, shaking his head.
I sighed. The comparison game had started again.
Meanwhile, my brothers were fighting—one over the last slice of toast, the other over the WiFi password. No one was truly listening to each other; it was just noise, loud and exhausting.
By the time I reached school, my head was already aching. Teachers drowned us in homework, revision schedules, and mock tests. My classmates were either panicking or bragging about their preparation. I just sat there, feeling the pressure pile up like a weight on my chest.
That night, as I stared at my books, my mind drifted. What if life wasn't just about marks? What if there was a way out of this endless cycle of expectations?
A strange feeling settled inside me. Somewhere deep down, I knew—this wasn't just about exams. It was about proving my worth in a world that only valued numbers. And maybe, just maybe, I had to find my own way to break free.