and so it ends here.
Feels like being airlifted from the rooftop of Mercy Hospital while a horde of zombies rush towards you, outstretched claws barely inches from your face.
Feels like the end of the last exam paper of the A levels, when the invigilator tells you to put down your pens, no more writing.
Feels like when the tester ticks and writes the word "pass" on your driving test slip.
Feels like scoring the winning goal against an imba team during soccer.
Feels like... nothing special really.
7 weeks of fear, awkwardness, fatigue, fun, brotherhood and comradeship.
3 months of learning, friendship, expression and laughter.
2 months of unfamiliarity, mistakes and relearning.
14 months of work, routine, boredom and the occasional lighthearted moment.
2 weeks of India.
1 month of adrenaline rushes, satisfaction and happiness.
1 month of relaxation, waiting and anticipation.
1 day of mixed feelings.
ORD lo!
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