The Ruined Rainbow

CHAPTER 83

A/N:

Please read! I have finally penned the chapter—the most emotional one, in my opinion. *wiping my eyes*. I had promised to write this update, and here it is. 16658 words. Crazy, isn't it? I have divided the contents into two chapters. Both of which I shall publish together. The second chapter consists of most of the emotional drama, though. I'll post this first, but that still has some last-minute grammar rectifications. But it'll be up in a day or two, maximum. I promise! But it can be overwhelming, so please break them into convenient modules and read them when time permits. Uh, you can skip this not-so-long author's note. It is not particularly amusing.

And also, here is the end of 2k22. A very happening year. A year of silver linings and painful shatterings. All mixed. This year is forever going to remind me of the pain and struggle I have gone through mentally. There is a college fiasco that happened in my life. And yes, some of you asked me about my JEE result :) After two years of hard work, I reach a screeching halt of 97-something percentile. It is not good enough for NIT Suratkal CSE. (obviously) I took part in the JOSSAA counselling, and all I could get was Mech in NIT Suratkal. And Mech is not my choice of subject. :) However, my three-digit KCET rank (835 (One of the good things that happened this year)) has fetched me a merit government seat in a college near home. I am studying my desired branch, CSE. It's still painful to talk about JEE as I remember all pain, and the non-accomplishment part is harrowing. It was particularly hard to accept this rejection, as I dreamt about it so much. And to my mockery, I made it into all engineering exams I wrote, including Pilani, but not the JEE. And I am slowly coming out of that phase. God willing, I am almost there. A few months more.

In the blink of an eye, 2k23 is here. Wow. Just last year, I penned that 2k22 was early, and now 2k22 is almost over. Damn! Time really flies, isn't it? It is nearly 3.5 years of this book, 18 years of my existence as a messed up person, lol, but still, some things don't change, do they?

I am not particularly optimistic about a new beginning, but I hope all of you are! As you all rightly should! But I will end this tiring note with an optimistic edge. Things will get better, our predicaments will be freed, and there will be a time away from all these impasses into a bigger and better infinity. I will regain my shattered hope, have better things in my life and be happy. And so are you all! Here is to new beginnings, new memories, and new silver linings. 2k23. Bring it on!

Happy New Year in advance to all you beautiful souls. You truly are the most amazing people. I pray all of your lives to abound with infinite happiness forever and forever.

And now, enough of my idiocy and my stupid note.

You guys can read the chapter, lol.

Happy reading!

Sahil

We all sat on plastic chairs, forming a vast circle. There were around eighty to a hundred of them, as volunteers from different ashrams across the country. All of them chatted animatedly with one another.

I did, too, just that the person making the conversation was not me.

I fiddled with the wooden fork and paper plate, unconsciously playing with flavoured rice, the only dish I had allowed myself, almost untouched, searching for an invisible figure every two minutes. My heart felt hollow. I could not erase her tear-streamed countenance. It seemed perpetually pasted in front of my eyes, unwilling to obscure.