Happy...?

I have come. Here am I.

But silence replies me, echoing the empty wooden room.

I have come after checking my degree results. I have come with tears in bitterness in my heart, I have fallen short. I searched in my heart, catalogues of people, acquaintances and friends, there is no one I can tell my true feelings to and take it well. This result is a shocking blow to me, though I had expected it, I can still hardly accept it. Looking at the list of marks, I saw this assignment which I could have done better, and that low mark for the paper which I thought I did really well for.

Ashamed, shame and awfulness fills the heart. Can this result be hidden? How can the bearer of such numbers face people when she has hoped for and experienced so much more. She thought she had tried her best, but maybe not. She franctically tries to go down the memory lane, to search out when and where it all went wrong. But nothing comes out.