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After the secondary school leaving certificate, which June topped there was this higher secondary school leaving certificate that needed to be topped and Kris was healthy competition. Both would meet more often exchanging notes, differential calculi and physiology of the cockroach amidst a few unconventional write ups that June would pen down from time to time in her diary, again a legacy inherited from her illustrious father.
June's diary
Dear Kris,
Sometimes, it seems as if it was just the other day you turned up suddenly out of the blue, gave us a pleasant surprise. Remember…the roller coaster ride on top of a rainbow, stopping to chat with a flock of geese returning, sleeping awhile on soft cumulus clouds.
You've been away for long yet, now that its time for sunset, the stars seem to lie in wait for someone, before they start peering out, in countless dazzling millions. If you could manage some time do visit us soon. Long since we bathed together in the darkness and quenched our thirst on the other side of the moon.
Kris's note:
Dear June, You stepped into my dream, like a whiff of rain swept Earth. A cool breeze blew through the windows while the rain…created music outside. The room bore your silent eyes and me lying on the mat. From an unearthly distance you bent down and breathed softly into me, while I …kept on struggling to reach you, through dense jungles, steep slopes, gradually you receded into that never ending corridor.
The results were out and June had topped again this time securing admissions into most of the prestigious Medical and Engineering colleges in India. Kris hadn't done badly for himself either and had been lucky enough to get himself a seat in a medical college in Kolkata. June left her seat in the prestigious central institute for Trouble shooting humans in Delhi just to be with Kris. The distance from Sushunia to Delhi wouldn't be cost effective if she had to come and visit them once a month, she told Samsara. Samsara was anyway overjoyed and heart broken at the same time. Joyful for his daughter inheriting his brains and saddened that she was joining the very subject he loathed. However he had decided he would let her make the choice rather than decide for her as his parents had done for him decades back and ruined his career. “I thought my daughter would have made an intelligent choice but no she had to become a doctor knowing very well the soup I had landed myself in.” Maya comforted him, “It's possible that she wants to avenge your failures in medicine.”
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