Cycle of Cliches
The stakes were so high that I couldn’t see life after the results, if I let them down.
Love with its yearning to be accepted in the first place, and to remain accepted thereafter is good as long as it doesn’t get entangled with pursuits like exams. Spontaneous as love is, I couldn’t do anything to subdue it. Snippets of moments imagined with Maina kept coming back at weird hours: while making Social Studies notes, while trying to figure out the theorems of Geometry, while reading La Belle Dame Sans Merci from the Alternative English textbook. I felt more inclined to write poems myself, rather than structuring the answers to reference-to-context questions from the poems in syllabus. Progress