Ashwin was sitting at the table in his room, the table which he purchased when he was in tenth class, unfortunately he had only one good phase of memory related to that study table, and that memory was also from class tenth, he hoped he knew at that time that the table will not be that useful as it was at that time.In the afternoon before lunch, he sat there playing with his pen while his legs were on the top of the table, and his books were lying on the same table, desperately waiting to get opened but Ashwin