I slept that night and woke up late in the morning. I looked into the mirror and screamed, cried, yelled "It's not me" . "It's just not me." I collected myself together with great difficult, and dragged my feet to the washroom. As my hands got busy carrying out the routine tasks; I was able to focus on my mind and the million thoughts running therein. The news I had received the previous evening had made my mind go numb. All my dreams were shattered, my life had come to a standstill. I had no hope left and probably, nobody had any hope from me. It's not me. It's just not me. It can't be me. Wasn't I the topper for 10 continuous years in school? Wasn't I the role model and inspiration for all my younger cousins? Wasn't I the Star of the Family? Then how could I fail? I, who didn't know the meaning of "failure" till yesterday, had failed. Miserably failed. Not just one, but I had failed in "all...