The response

Jubilation, delight, awesomeness, energy, extra energy, funny chills, few thrills, wizardly enchantment, instant gratification and overall happiness. All these feelings swept across home. It is indeed tough to describe when a middle class family is thrown into a swimming pool called happiness and is ordered, "Swim". Dad, who was sitting in the balcony with his companion, his best friend, his love for life, the evil enchantress, the beautiful seductress, the only persona in this world my mother hates, that day's newspaper, rushes into the room where the revelation happened. He heard screams and was afraid the ceiling fan fell on my head. On hearing the news, he was catapulted to cloud eleven. He wouldn't budge for the next three weeks. My sister immediately took a flight to cloud twenty two and kept giving missed calls to all of us. Mom was completely out of sight. She ran out of clouds. So, she entered the exo atmosphere. So, only radio communication. I didn't know how to react. So, I stay put. I was still in that trance. How in this world could this happen? I mean how? What if tomorrow UPSC comes up with a different list saying that the previous one was the wrong one. April fool types? The psychotic satan in me that reared its ugly head when I reached 400 was taking its time to go back to bed. What if I'm dreaming? Because such dreams were commonplace over the last two years. So no big deal if this was another elongated early morning dream.