I thought I’d be relieved. I thought I’d scream “finally!” and walk out of campus like it’s a Bollywood climax.
But instead… I stood still. Staring at the empty corridors. The faded white coat in my hand. The classroom benches that saw more of me than my own bed. The mess that served watery dal but priceless memories.I remembered every breakdown in the hostel bathroom. Every chai break that turned into trauma bonding. Every friend who became family. Every prof who roasted us into becoming better doctors.
And god,the last time walking out of that dissection hall hit harder than any heartbreak.
No one tells you how bittersweet this day is.You came in as a NEET rank, scared and unsure.You’re leaving as a doctor with eyebags, confidence, and a lifetime of inside jokes.It’s not just the end of college.It’s the end of the version of me who learned to survive here.The girl who stayed up all night to cram pharmacology,
who hid tears during failed vivas,who danced at med fests like nothing else mattered,who made it.
Thank you, MBBS.
For breaking me, building me, and giving me people I’ll love for life.
This is not goodbye.
Just… see you again, in the wards. 
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Such a bittersweet experience