The Examination Glitch

Class XII. CBSE Board Exams.  First Exam - English. March 2013.
English was one such subject that always saved my percentage. And it was one such subject I never worried about. I studied it in a quick. Not because I was extremely over confident of my command over the subject but because English just happened to me. Perhaps the credit went to my immense reading habits since Class V. Its just the reading and those stories that somehow fortunately landed me right grammatically. But I had nothing to boast about because I did not know the tenses and how to convert sentences from one tense to the other. Honestly, I still do not know. I continue to try.
So the only thing I always did in the 'Section-B : Writing' of that question paper was - follow the instinct, play with words for they fantasized me and pour some good cursive handwriting. And it worked.
So once again I was writing and writing and time was running. For the first time in my life and sadly in the last English exam of my life, I ran out of time. My paper was not complete. And this still rings at the back.

We had three hours. And for what good reason did I have to leave the examination hall for half an hour in between remains unknown. The students around me writing the English exam were not my school friends but my friends and classmates of college. I had already skipped the first exam because I had some urgent piece of work which remains unknown. But that was not a worry as I would be allowed to take the exam afterwards. The worry was this : This long long question paper. The moment I entered back the examination hall after that half-an hour secret mission, I made the pen run with the speed of a jet. I kept on writing and writing but there seemed no end. I took a look at the questions and decided to attempt those first which had more weightage by marks. "But what is that? 100|120.
What is this code like marks distribution? This has never happened before! Why does every question seem of 100 marks and still counting...!.. Which question do I do? .. ", I thought again and again to myself. I decided to write no matter what. God knows why but I was hurt. My right ear had a wound. And it was partially bleeding. I had to pay no heed to any pain. "I am used to these pains. I would see to it later", I thought to myself and did not stop writing. The time was up and everybody was getting up. The Head of Department (HoD) came to me and granted me half an hour extra. I could not stop now. I had tears in my eyes. My hands were not stopping. Tears were rolling down my eyes. I had turned pink as I continued scribbling. My room-mate and my best friend Uttara Rajawat came towards me while exiting the hall. I asked her, "Is it bleeding?"  She replied in fear, "Yes it is!" She went away. She could not stay. And I could pay no heed to my wound. That extra half  an hour was binding up and I decided to stop. "This paper cannot be finished. I have attempted the maximum I could! There seems no use now", I said to myself, got up and handed it to the HoD.
I moved out. There was nobody. I saw my whole class but still I saw nobody. I was confused. Uttara had left. And rest of the classmates were busy planning the evening since it was the last exam. I looked at my ear in the mirror. I could not see the wound but the blood. I washed it. It pained badly. While moving out, Akshit crossed and asked me "So finally you completed it (the exam)?". I only nodded, feeling drained. He went away. I saw nobody on the road. I did not know where to go...I kept on walking.

I woke up. My eyes trying to catch the light. I got up and went ahead with the daily chores remembering the 4 years old incident.

I touched my ear as I moved. It ached slightly over the Helix part...

[NOTE: Dreams have a glitch, rather glitches.]