That day his ego was bruised. He was shattered. He swore to give it back to their faces. He was shivering with anger and resentment. His eyes were red and his face was covered with tears. Their nasty words had pierced his heart. Several aggressive retorts kept flooding his mind, but he chose to remain silent. He shut his eyes tight and tried to maintain a neutral expression. Water still kept seeping through his closed eyelids.
In the background, a parallel or rather anti-parallel thought process had begun in his mind. Was he really going nowhere? This question kept haunting him. After a heated exchange of words, he had locked himself up in his room. He now contemplated the events as they had unfolded. He had taken the insults onto himself and now was eager to prove them wrong. But what could be possibly do? All this was an entirely new ballgame for him.