Final Call
by Priyanka Kamath
It so happened—I forgot my exam date,
A small mistake that turned into fate.
I didn’t check my hall ticket twice,
Just trusted the mark I made on my calendar in haste.
Later I heard the paper was easy that day,
And guilt with self-blame came my way.
Though I had scored well in the other part,
Being marked absent broke my heart.
That morning, I thought it was a holiday,
I revised my notes and let time slip away.
Then the “what ifs” kept running in my head,
I couldn’t eat or sleep in bed.
I kept asking—how could I miss?
It felt like my last chance had vanished in mist.
But time moved on, I cleared in the next,
And realized it wasn’t as bad as I had guessed.
What once felt like the worst phase of life,
Now seems not worth the endless strife.
The lesson I learnt was clear enough—
Always double-check, never trust once.
And when I lost my parents, my biggest pain,
I knew no exam loss could weigh the same.
So if loved ones leave without a sign at all,
Why worry so much for a missed final call?
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