He looked at me in partial wonder and utmost disgust. The former because I was somehow in my final year of education. The latter because he was supposed to do my clinical assessment and he had nothing to assess me on. There was a severe lack of knowledge.
And so we stood staring at each other.

When I finished, I walked out of the OPD room relieved that the ordeal was over. I really wasn't worried about how much I didn't know. I knew I had the time and the desire to ensure the otherwise before the final exams. Something else was my concern however.

I had just realised that my Surgery posting in college was over. The exam I had given was perhaps my last before my mock exams.
Which meant two things:

1. No more surgery group fun.
2. I was old.

It was quite funny to realise how time had drifted past ever so gracefully and also irritating to realise that the time had come to bid farewell to what had kept me going these past 4 years.
I stood leaning against a wall thinking about the good days like a wretched old man. I did think about how I had grown to like surgery from my initial days of indifference and how much I would simply miss the regular postings now that it was all done.

Breaking my line of thought was my friend who was in pursuit of people to go out for a group lunch. She was frantically pacing up and down trying to find someone and a look of glee flashed across her face as she saw me. I humbly obliged to her request.

Leaving behind my nostalgia I proceeded to make some memories.