At my institute, I tell students to draw two intersecting lines, making an "X". Vertically opposite are the ones across the "V" where lines meet, always equal. Adjacent angles share a side and the vertex, sitting next to each other. Complementary add to 90 degrees, supplementary to 180—they aren't always in that simple "X"; you must check the measures. See, I used to think life's pressures were opposite and equal like those angles, but running this diner taught me different struggles—like gas prices and happy customers—aren't equal at all; they just share the same pot.

I only know my Bhakra Nangal is on the Satluj river in Himachal and Punjab. The others? I hear names, but my world is this canal water turning our land green. For me, Bhakra isn't on a list—it’s the reason my wheat stands tall when the summer sun bites.

BOT is for occupational therapy and BASLP is speech therapy, but honestly, my life is filled with pressure to only consider MBBS or engineering. My coaching class walls have charts for IIT and NEET, not these courses. So to me, they feel like whispers in a noisy exam hall—barely heard over the constant reminder that 'real' science means becoming a doctor.