he didn’t....

he was smaller then. i do remember. it was an early mornin’. those were exam days. n’ he was swearin’ hard. still in bed.... makin’ weird sounds as if he was havin’ some nightmares. he wanted his mother to hold him but couldn’t dare to tell her why he was all so scared. he knew the reason was stupid. but a stupid reason was still a reason. he was scared n’ almost cryin’. he wasn’t prepared for the exam. that was the final term. n’ was in half way of some deal with god that if he gets through this time.... he’d be regular in his routine the next time. he was so scared. gets up n’ manages to look through the book. it always looked so big.

he was a bad boy..... really bad. n’ strangely when i recall stories about him.... i don’t think he’ve changed. infact he didn’t. he’s still almost the same. he didn’t change.