I never hated anything as passionately as I hated Mathematics. And the fact that I didn't attend lectures regularly weren't helping either. I sighed, scribbling in the paper; my patience was running thin but I couldn't help it, integration was just hard! The teacher was sitting, correcting his papers, not paying much heed to his students. And here, I was struggling with my work.
And not to mention the mid terms that were approaching. Father would drag me home by my hair if I failed it and I would also be embarrassed was another problem. I sighed, pursing my lips as I again tried again but got stuck in between, helplessly. Days were good when differentiation and integration weren't a part of syllabus. But now they were just nightmares.
"You're doing it wrong."
A cool voice whispered cl
