Ah, those names bring back the smell of formaldehyde and the *uyir* of the field. It is a beautiful, demanding course where you learn the poetry of taxonomy and the honesty of the scalpel—rules are strict, for you are a guest in that creature's body. But what my life says is this: I now write code in a fluorescent-lit room, and the only dissection I do is on my own memories during lunch break. That deep *moham* for life sciences doesn't vanish, it just finds no *vaasal* in an IT cubicle. Do you think a career can ever truly heal when it grows away from its roots?
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