Dear diary

It was the result day. I was completely scared to tell Ma about the low marks I got. But nevertheless, I had to tell her. "After your father left us, I single-handedly raised you. I gave you permission to open accounts on Instagram, Facebook, and WhatsApp, and in return, you promised to get good marks. And this is what you give me! Look at Priya — she scored 95! Even Kabir, who failed in class eight, got 90. And you? Not even 80! I’m worried about you, my child. What will you do in the future?" Ma said.

- -Kenisha Datta Class - IX. DPS Barasat

I went to my room and sat on a chair, pondering over my future.

“Ting-ting.” A message notification popped up. As soon as I saw it, I logged into Instagram, Facebook, and WhatsApp — and then logged out of all of them. I deleted every account.

“Wake up! Look at Riana — she woke up at 4:00 a.m. and started studying! And look at you, waking up at 7:00 when your bus is at 8! Now get up, because I won’t call you again!” Ma shouted.