How Not To Believe In Miracles

Dear Upa,

                 A lot happened.

I guess I should address the fact that it has been almost three weeks since my last blogpost, but I did have my final exams followed by my trip to Mumbai (again). 

In my last blogpost, I was talking about how unbelievably excited I was that my Economics exam got postponed. That excitement turned out to be quite short-lived, because my exam was postponed to a day before my math paper and that made me screw both papers up. I mean I should have seen it coming, my school is the physical manifestation of evil. But you know that already.

Anyway, so when the exam got rescheduled, I was pissed. Extremely pissed. But then my exams got over, so everything should have been okay, right? Wrong. I didn’t have anything to do, I was bored out of my mind, and the fact that I had been wanting free time for so long and had nothing to do when it finally came annoyed me even more.

So, I guess miracles don’t exist. At least not in the obvious, magical way they are believed to exist.

What does exist is playing with dogs on the road. Or having long conversations with your hair stylist, or finally getting your BTS jacket, or doing unexpectedly well in a couple of papers, or getting yourself a Shrek soft toy. Maybe meeting teachers in your old school. Or, perhaps, going for the same animated movie twice in 24 hours with your favourite person. 

My point is, I was wrong. 
Miracles probably don’t exist, but in all honesty, I think I’ve found something even better.

I agree with all your answers.

Bye for now, 

Aditi.