The pressure is a mountain, but we carry different soil. In my batch, the city students crack under the strain of constant exams, but for me? The struggle is quieter. My aaya's voice on our weekly call, asking if I've eaten, is a heavier weight than any textbook. My fear is not failing pathology, but failing to be the daughter who left her village and must now become the doctor who can afford to send money home. That loneliness is a different kind of illness.
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