While he waited for the entrance exam results to come in, he dove into his work with an unprecedented frenzy. Even Jayantada, forsaking his usual sarcastic comments, took him aside one day. 'Arnab, I wanted to tell you something.' 'Sure, Jayantada.' The old man shuffled a bit and looked down at his feet. Clearly complimenting someone did not come easily to him. 'Arnab, you have been doing your work so well that I feel like I don't even need to be here. Well done.' Arnab just said thanks, but he was thrilled within, and contrasted how much easier it seemed to get appreciation for doing his job compared to the mess he had got into when he had begun to harbour delusions of accomplishing something more with his life. He met Jayantada just before leaving work to share something he had begun working on in his spare time- an idea to totally overhaul and computerize the library's records and catalogue. Jayantada looked it over with interest, while Arnab waited anxiously for his reaction.
