I have to be excused for the number of 12th grade-related posts on this blog but this is taking too much of my soul away for me to reflect on anything else. Without much further ado, here is a summary of what I’m going through this May, aptly nicknamed the worst month of my life on the calendar.
I’m an Indian.
It’s so funny how, most Indians would immediately sympathise (and probably empathise too) with me the second they read the title and the first line. And with anyone who’s noticed the huge influx on Indian immigrant engineers in the States or anywhere else in the world, this might be some sort of a joke. Something you chuckled at. Well, let me tell you that for someone in the eye of the storm, it is NO laughing business.