I had appeared for my twelfth grade examination. I had done well but one of my paper had been spoiled. (It was my own thinking) my mother encourage me to go to Kashmir with my cousin sister who was posted there. But I prefer to stay back at home.
The next day I started praying to the supreme power above us and beg of Him please favour me to help me. My father asked me to join a course in a foreign language. But I turned down his suggestion.
Then I waited anxiously for the declaration of my result. I counted the days and scanned the newspaper for the information. At last, the result was declared on due date. I had passed and got 92%