Arjun cried. In the dark, in the heat, with the rain screaming outside, he cried like a child. He didn’t even wipe the tears. They mixed with the sweat on his face.
It began with a single tap. A desperate, caffeine-fueled tap on a cracked phone screen.
Retry. 3%... Disconnected.
The download speed was a cruel joke. 15 KB/s. The hostel Wi-Fi, named "Lord Shiva's Blessings," was offering neither speed nor divinity. It flickered. It died. It resurrected like a zombie, only to stagger and fall again.
It was 2:13 AM. His last exam was in six hours. He had not studied.
