He walked up to the stairs feeling the cold breeze in his face. It was drizzling slightly but that seemed to be the last of his worries. He had never felt like this in his life before. It all started by the tenth standard. He was an above average student but that was it to him. He did not score the high marks like his other friends did. He did not want to be an engineer or a doctor. He just needed some time to decide.
Hellbent by his father he spent 9 hours a day studying for his tenth grade but all he could manage was a 74.6. His father was disappointed but besides the silent treatment he didn't dwell much into it as he seemed busy though his mother would put a rant every morning.
To overcome the sense of failure he often stayed put in his room drawing sketches till he felt better. He liked sketching but he dared to word it out lest his father would rage a tempest. One day his father announced that he had arranged his 11th in the non-medical stream to fulfill his son's dream. He knew it was his father's dream not his.