Long distance with my school friend, both of us broke students, so we 'date' over one shared 15-rupee data pack and long voice notes at night. It's not fancy, but it's mine and it's warm.

First time I watched a patient pass away during clinicals, I couldn't eat for two days. My senior held my hand and said, 'you feel it because you care — don't ever lose that.' I'm keeping those words.

I write small Telugu poems in the back of my anatomy notebook when the day gets too heavy. Nobody has ever read them. Posting one here soon will take more courage than my whole viva, honestly.

Our warden cuts the lights at 10, so four of us study under one phone torch in the bathroom corridor. One day we'll be nurses and laugh about all this. Maybe. Hopefully. Probably.

Pharmacology exam in three days and every drug name is running away from my brain. Chai number four, prayers number infinity. If you're awake studying too, let's just pass together, okay?