Guys, it is serious.
After my stint in KGB, I was firm…I had to move on.
Never was I supposed to revisit it.
No friend was ever supposed to come close enough for me to reveal it to him/her.
Apart from my colleagues there and my parents, who saw me through that period, nobody on this planet was to ever know!
But it came back. To haunt me, to never let me forget and to rekindle my past.
It wasn’t very pleasing. But nonetheless, it is something I couldn’t erase from my life. Now, after I share it with you, I know, it won’t be forgotten..ever.
As I was cleaning my drawer, it tumbled out….my report card of KG, standard B.
I’d scored very less..