We are all performing. We are all terrified.

The auto driver who drops you to tuition might be writing a novel. The clerk in the ration shop might be a classical musician. The "dropout" from your senior batch might be running a successful organic farm in Wayanad. The syllabus teaches you to find X , but it never teaches you that X is not a destination—it is a variable. You get to decide what X equals.

You are currently living in the most deceptive year of your life. The world has told you that these Plus Two public exams are the "final frontier." That the mark sheet you receive in May will be laminated proof of your worth.