He leaned back, a deep breath escaping him. He looked back at the review box.
(3 stars, 55 upvotes)
The cursor blinked on the empty review box, a tiny, judgmental eye in the dark of the room. Rohan Sharma stared at it, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. He wasn't a student anymore, not technically. He was a working professional, a junior architect with three years under his belt. But every time he thought of GD Vashist, he felt like a nervous fresher again.
He hadn't looked at it in six years.