Prologue

He came out of the room quietly and with plethora of emotions inside him. Just as the time when there are so many emotions and you need to decide which one takes u over. Situation needed him to just be practical, but he decided to let his heart take over and all the voices started fading. He came out and sat on the bench where he was sitting yesterday, waiting for his interview. Should he be angry? But on whom? On himself for being so prepared that he had all the views and answers in the world except of his own. Or on those people who made him so confident that he never thought of failure. Or should he be angry on the those who had their own conditions and logics for any response that Rahul gave. Or should he be sad, because this was something he always wanted. He’d never felt so blank before. This was definitely not the end of the world for Rahul but then this could have been the world he always wanted for himself. As he came out of the building and started walking, he understood what people call the hell’s half acre. Every step he took was feeling heavier then the other one. With his head buried under his chest, all those disappointed faces flashed in front of him. He just squeezed his eyes so hard that for a moment it felt that they will sink in. His eyes opened with a loud screech and an unbearable pain. It started to rain.......................