Death must be so beautiful.
To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow.
To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace. (The Bell Jar)
Imagine grinding for months…
no sleep, non-stop stress, giving it everything for final year MBBS.
and then?
you get failed in viva… over ONE mark.
one mark = whole year gone, mental health wrecked, future delayed.
that’s not assessment, that’s just cruel.