‘Text book of Physics’ landed with a ‘thud’ on the
floor which was littered with many other articles. It was strange, as he had an
unnatural fervor for neatness. But he was in crisis now and was in fervent
search of something. His hairdo resembled Einstein’s – a result of clutching it
in despair too many times. His eyes were bloodshot.
‘Shit! Where did I keep that darned envelope?’ he
cried out.
Thirty minutes later he was sitting with his laptop,
with a relieved smile.
He had found the envelope that had on it his laptop
user password.
--Sampurna Mukherjee
Department of Bio Science
UG 1
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