As I stare at endless pages of notes, exhaustion creeps in. The fear of failing NEET lurks in the shadows, but I cling to my small wins - mastering a tough concept or acing a practice test. The hostel walls echo with laughter, tears, and late-night rants about rude professors. But amidst the chaos, there’s a sense of camaraderie that makes it all worthwhile. Love in the time of medicine, who knew?