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Frustrated, Rohan went to the college canteen and asked the senior lab assistant, a wise old man named Mr. Gupta who had seen three decades of students come and go.
He did what any desperate second-year B.Sc. student would do. He opened his phone.
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His semester exams were two weeks away.
Mr. Gupta laughed, a dry, wheezing sound. "Beta, Industrial Chemistry is the backbone of our course. B.K. Sharma wrote it in a way that connects the factory floor to the exam hall. The chapter on sulfuric acid contact process? The unit on cement manufacturing? It’s all there. Do you know how many hours he spent drawing those diagrams?"
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