Ankit’s mother looked down at her plate. Ankit felt the old heat of anger rise in his chest, but this time, it was accompanied by a strange coolness. A logic.
The exam hall was a sea of sweating brows and tapping feet. The invigilator handed out the OMR sheets. Ankit filled in his details.
The screen flickered to life. The timer started. 60 minutes. 100 questions.