And in about twelve hours I will click my pen shut and vigorously tap it against the table in the examination hall with the pitpitpitpitpitpitpit sound that the bubbles in the coke can on my table are making, beating against aluminium walls in their impatience to be free from high-pressure captivity and dissolve into thin air. If some monster dare swallow me on my way out, I will emerge as a burp, but I will have my freedom!
3 comments:
wish u all the best!
love,
amma
haha.. you as a burp.... quite a picture.
I like the idea of escaping as a burp... could be a whole new take on going out in a blaze of glory.. hope the exams go/went well
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