viva lore

In the hallowed realm of my physics viva, as I stepped into the examiner's sanctum, a foreboding shadow whispered that my fate was sealed. The air was thick with anticipation, and I, a mere mortal, could only brace myself for the impending inquiry.

The examiner's gaze bore into my soul as questions hung in the air, heavy with expectation. Silently, I navigated the labyrinth of queries, feeling the weight of uncertainty pressing upon me. Yet, destiny played its capricious game, rendering me mute in the face of academia's inquisition.

A sigh escaped the lips of the examiner, a sympathetic acknowledgment of my presumed defeat. "Fear not," he uttered, extending a lifeline, "reveal the fortress of your knowledge, and I shall guide you through this tempest of academia."

Yet, a profound silence stood guard within me, a mystifying barrier refusing the release of words. Minutes passed, an eternity within that chamber of judgment, and the examiner, wearied by my taciturn stance, banished me from the inquisition.

In the aftermath, my physics mentor, a paragon of scholarly virtue, learned of my silent ordeal. With a tempest in her eyes, she confronted me, demanding an account of my transgressions. "Have you lost your bearings?" she thundered, a tempest brewing in her stern gaze.

In response, I unraveled the enigma of my silence, whispering, "Ma'am, in the realm of uncertainty, silence, perhaps, is the poetry of the unknown—a testament to the mysteries yet to be unveiled." And so, in the tapestry of my academic saga, silence became the clandestine verse, a melody of unanswered questions echoing through the corridors of fate.

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