a story in progress

A few hours back I just had a final term paper. With it, came an end of a 15 weeks old subject. The journey itself was wrought with an inexplicably feel of ennui. My mind just won't let go of the fact that I had it in me all this while but never quite making it. Even at the very final moment. The redeeming point left in a hurried manner as it came at the start.

Just this once, there won't be any happy endings.