ABHIMAN SINGH RATHORE

The final bell of my 12th-grade exams had barely echoed when I found myself sprinting towards freedom, my heart pounding with a mix of exhilaration and anticipation. The moment I handed in my paper, I bolted out of the classroom, my bag slung over my shoulder, and raced to my bike. The wind whipped through my hair as I sped down familiar streets, every rotation of the wheels bringing me closer to what I had long awaited.