The air in the familiar college canteen felt heavy with the scent of overpriced coffee and the looming shadow of final exams. Karan sat at their usual corner table, staring at a blank notebook, while Trippy paced back and forth, muttering about a "life-changing" business idea that involved selling customized exam-stress stress balls.
"Don't say it like that," Trippy groaned, finally sitting down. "Graduation is just a fancy word for 'get a real job and stop eating instant noodles for breakfast.'"
"To the table," they echoed, the sounds of their laughter drowning out the ticking clock of the final semester.
They all looked at the box, then at each other. The stress of the future didn't vanish, but for a moment, it felt manageable. They weren't just students anymore; they were a story that didn't need a finale. "To the table?" Naira asked, raising her water bottle.
The air in the familiar college canteen felt heavy with the scent of overpriced coffee and the looming shadow of final exams. Karan sat at their usual corner table, staring at a blank notebook, while Trippy paced back and forth, muttering about a "life-changing" business idea that involved selling customized exam-stress stress balls.
"Don't say it like that," Trippy groaned, finally sitting down. "Graduation is just a fancy word for 'get a real job and stop eating instant noodles for breakfast.'" The air in the familiar college canteen felt
"To the table," they echoed, the sounds of their laughter drowning out the ticking clock of the final semester. "Graduation is just a fancy word for 'get
They all looked at the box, then at each other. The stress of the future didn't vanish, but for a moment, it felt manageable. They weren't just students anymore; they were a story that didn't need a finale. "To the table?" Naira asked, raising her water bottle. They weren't just students anymore; they were a