Three years of articleship? It involves running around for seniors who treat you like a personal assistant, balancing impossible study hours for the exams, and all for a stamp that feels less valuable every day. My own regret comes from watching my son now in his engineering college, yaar — his face lit up with a project, while my clearest memory of those years is the sour taste of cold canteen coffee and a permanent knot of anxiety. Sometimes the respected path isn't the right one.
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