Mindviewers Stories

It has been a long time since I last tasted noodles, lets say it has almost gotten to a year, in fact. After my friend’s first visit, I decided we should make noodles and eat quickly. Since I didn’t have any pre-made food, I opted for noodles, which would be easier and faster to prepare.

As we got cooking, my friend went into the kitchen while I waited. She handled all the actions in the kitchen while I waited eagerly for the food to be ready, hoping to have a taste and remember what noodles were like. Although I still had a vague memory of their taste, I realized I wasn’t as fond of them anymore. I had grown tired of noodles and stopped buying them long ago.

However, after I took a bite of the noodles my friend made, I must say she could really cook! That single bite rekindled my love for noodles. So, as a matter of fact, I will be going to the market tomorrow, and I think I will add noodles to my shopping list.

After a long day at clinical practice, I was ready to head home and relax. There’s a particular road I love taking because it’s faster and familiar. Just as we closed for the day, my phone rang. Someone warned me that masquerades were parading that road. Knowing how tricky these situations can get, I quickly told the bike man to avoid that route so we wouldn’t run into trouble.

We thought we were smart by taking another road, but fate had other plans. We didn’t know some masquerades had also taken over this route. By the time we realized it, we were already right in the middle of them. The bike man tried to speed past, hoping we could dodge them, but luck wasn’t on our side. Out of nowhere, I felt a sharp sting on my back — one of them had whipped me with a long cane. It all happened so fast.

The pain wasn’t just physical. I was tired, frustrated, and annoyed that after a stressful day, this was how it ended. When I finally got home, I didn’t even want to think about it. I just went straight to bed, hoping that sleep would wash away the whole experience. Sometimes, closing your eyes is the best escape.

Next thing I knew, I was waking up around 12:30 in the middle of the night. My mind was clearer, but the sting from the whip was still there, like a reminder of how rough the day had been. Instead of lying there thinking about it, I decided to share the story here. Writing it out somehow felt like lifting a weight off my shoulders.

Life has a funny way of throwing unexpected challenges at you. You dodge one trouble, and sometimes you run straight into another. But what can we do? We move, we learn, and we keep going.

It was supposed to be a smooth day after preparing for a particular exam. I had dedicated about two weeks to studying for this exam. However, leading up to it, we faced some ups and downs, including a supervisor who hadn't properly arranged the exam settings.

Finally, we entered the exam hall, hoping that the delays were the worst part of the experience. But then we faced the reality of the questions. We were terrified, staring at questions that seemed completely unrelated to what we had diligently prepared for.

As we exited the classroom, the atmosphere was heavy with disappointment. Everyone wore either a sad expression or had tears in their eyes. Despite it all, I tried to remain optimistic. When I got home, I took a good dose of sleep, hoping to recharge when I woke and I did.

After my needed sleep, I woke up feeling a little more refreshed, but the weight of the exam lingered in my mind. I decided to call my friend Angie, who had been preparing for the exam alongside me. I needed to hear how she had fared.

When he answered, I could hear the frustration in his voice. "I don't think I've ever felt so unprepared in my life! Those questions were completely off all we read bro", he said.