The workload is indeed immense, like carrying bricks to build a palace every single day, but the structure felt more like a relentless sprint than a thoughtful marathon. I left after the first term because that curve, which turns peers into competitors for every mark, chilled the very air we breathed. My own forgotten cup of tea would grow cold, Bhala, and I realised I preferred the warmth of my mother's quiet lane and the stubborn bougainvillea to any boardroom it promised.
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