26/03/2025
Today, on my way back from the hospital, I stopped at a small tea stall for a quick break. As I sipped my tea, I noticed a young girl at the next table, deeply lost in her books, her face clouded with tension. Curiosity got the better of me, and I asked her what was wrong.
She looked up, eyes filled with determination and worry, and told me—“I want to become a doctor. I have a dream, and I want to do well in my SEE exams.”
For a moment, I didn’t know what to say. In a time when this noble profession is weighed down by challenges, when the sacrifices often outweigh the rewards, seeing a young soul still aspire to wear the white coat was both inspiring and heartbreaking.
I couldn’t bring myself to wish her “May you become a doctor”—not because she isn’t capable, but because the road ahead is harsh, and the future of this profession in our country feels uncertain. But I did what I could—I wished her all the best for her exams, hoping that whatever path she chooses, she finds success and fulfillment.
Somewhere between the burden of reality and the purity of dreams, I saw hope in her eyes. And perhaps, that’s what we all need—a little hope, a little courage, and the strength to dream, even when the world seems to whisper otherwise.
