The Day I was Really Happy
It was the 25th August 1990. We were waiting for the result. I was a student of intermediate pre medical group. I had worked day night to pass the examination with good marks. My admission to 1 year class of M.B.B.S. depended on my marks and division. Although I had done my papers well, yet I was worried. After all it was a question of my future.
At 9 o1clock, my brother brought the newspaper. He seemed to be happy. My father took the newspaper and began to search for my roll number. My heart was beating quickly. Suddenly, he cried, “well done my son! You have a very good first division”. I had got 700 marks out of 900. My admission to the medical college was sure. My brothers congratulated me. My mother kissed me. My sisters were overjoyed.
My father at once announced a feast in the evening. He invited all his friends and relatives. All of my friends were also present. It was a large gathering of people. My friends garlanded me. A musical concert was held. Some of the best musicians were called. My relatives offered me presents. I received a watch, a walking stick, books, pairs of shoes and a camera. Sweets were distributed to the poo. After this I went with my friends to see the cinema show. We enjoyed it very much. It was the happiest day of my life.
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