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My parents and I came back from the North India tour a week back. Our summer vacations lasted through May and the major part of June. We visited Manali, Shimla, and a small town in midst of mountains, Satkhol. School closed from the second of May and the last few days of school were spent in student council interviews. Vikram skipped school on those days and didn’t show up for the interview. He was the undeclared head boy of the school since eleventh grade. His absence from school on those crucial days was noticed by everyone. Teachers were concerned and then pissed when they realized that he was reading their w******p messages and not replying. I was relieved I didn’t have to see him. It’s ironic that he felt I wasn’t good enough when he didn’t even show up for his calling. Today is t