Exams were always feared by most students.
But for this boy…
they were something else entirely.
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On the day of the exam, the classroom felt unusually quiet.
Rows of students sat on separate benches, their faces filled with tension. The usual noise of laughter and conversation had disappeared.
Instead, there was silence.
A heavy silence.
Before the question papers were distributed, each student was given a sheet.
A simple form.
They had to write their name and sign it, so the school could confirm that they had appeared for the exam. It was a basic process—something every student could do without thinking.
But not everyone.
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The boy held the paper in his trembling hands.
Reading…
Writing…
These were not simple things for him.
Whenever he tried to read, the words would start to blur. His head would feel heavy, as if everything inside it was spinning.
And writing…
Writing was even harder.
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That day, something was different.
Instead of the usual teachers, the head sir himself had come to supervise the exam.
His presence made the classroom even more tense.
No one dared to make a mistake.
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The paper reached the boy.
He stared at it for a few seconds.
Then slowly… carefully…
he wrote his name.
Mukesh.
That part, somehow, he managed.
But then came the surname.
His hand stopped.
His mind went blank.
He tried to remember the spelling…
But the letters refused to come together.
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And then—
A mistake.
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Before he could even process what he had written…
a sharp sound echoed in the room.
Slap.
Then another.
And another.
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His elder brother, Abhi, was sitting in the same exam hall.
Due to the seating arrangement, students from different classes were mixed together.
And in that moment…
Abhi saw the mistake.
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What followed was not correction.
It was punishment.
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Slaps kept coming.
One after another.
Maybe five.
Maybe ten.
The boy couldn't even count.
His face burned.
Tears filled his eyes.
The entire class was watching.
But no one said anything.
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He wanted to stop crying.
He really did.
But the pain…
the humiliation…
the helplessness…
It all became too much.
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And yet—
Somehow…
He forced himself to stay still.
He wiped his tears quietly.
And continued sitting there.
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Because deep inside, he already knew something:
This was not new.
This was normal.
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The school was never a place he liked.
For him, it wasn't about learning.
It was about fear.
About punishment.
About being reminded again and again
that he wasn't good enough.
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Days passed.
Exams continued.
And eventually…
the exam season came to an end.
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At that time—
His elder brother Abhi was in Class 7.
His second brother Nagesh was in Class 4.
And the boy…
was still trying to understand something very basic.
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Why does learning feel like pain?
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Because for others, school was a place to grow.
But for him…
it was a place where his silence grew deeper.
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And slowly…
without anyone realizing…
that pain began turning into something else.
Something that didn't need a classroom.
Something that didn't need permission.
Something that would one day become—
his only way of expression.