Dear Competitive Exam, I know... This is probably the weirdest love… — The Poet's Sanctuary

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Dear Competitive Exam,

I know...
This is probably the weirdest love letter you've ever received. People usually write love letters to a person. I chose the question paper. Our relationship has been complicated.

You never text first.
You never call.
You don't even tell me what chapters you'll ask from.

Yet somehow,
you occupy more space in my mind than any crush ever did.
Every morning I promise myself,
"Today I'll study without getting distracted."

Five minutes later,
I'm searching,
"Can someone crack you by studying only two months?"

You must laugh every time.

I've bought highlighters for you,
new notebooks for you,
new timetables for you...

The only thing I haven't bought is consistency.
Forgive me.
I'm working on it.

Some days I stare at your syllabus
the way people stare at mountains.
Beautiful from a distance.
Terrifying up close.

You have introduced me to emotions. I never knew existed.

The confidence of solving one mock test.
The heartbreak of checking the answer key.
The bargaining.
"Please... let the cut-off fall just two marks."

You have taught me that "almost" is the most painful word in the dictionary.

Sometimes I hate you.
Then I remember...
You never asked me to fall in love.
I did that myself.

You don't reject anyone.
You simply ask,
"How badly do you want this?"

And honestly...
Some days my answer is,
"With all my heart."
Other days it's,
"Can we continue tomorrow?"

Still...
I keep returning.
Like a fool.
Like a lover.
Like someone who secretly believes
that one day
you'll finally smile at me
through a result PDF.

I imagine that day often.
No violins.
No slow motion scene.
Just me,
refreshing the website every three seconds,
forgetting how to breathe,
and suddenly seeing my roll number.

That'll probably be the most romantic moment of my life.

So until we officially meet,
Please be a little kind.
I promise to stop saying,
"I'll start from Monday."
You stop hiding easy questions
between impossible ones.

Deal?

Yours faithfully,
emotionally,
mentally exhausted,
and still hopelessly in love,

The Stranger...

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