Victory Takes Time
With eager eyes, I glanced at the doorway. I was expecting a piece of good news in the mail. Maybe the postman got delayed. I looked at the clock and started pacing. Looking at the gate now and again. Suddenly, the bell rang…. I jumped in excitement as I rushed to open the door. It was like a K3G movie scene. Now I know how Jaya Bachchan ma’am must have felt when Rahul a. k. a. Shahrukh Khan came home. Anyway, I opened the gate and was overjoyed to receive the letter. The letter I was expecting since I dreamed of getting into this field. Proof that I have accomplished my dreams and my hard work has paid off. With happiness and excitement, I opened the mail and all my joys turned into gloom and I became numb; the words reverberating in my ears…. Sorry; we have not selected you. Now, I was all lost, an empty feeling crept inside me, and tears started rolling down my eyes. The only thought my brain could come up with was…. You are not good enough. Today, I am standi...