
Five years. That’s how long it had been since we last sat together. Not on plastic hostel chairs or classroom benches, but on cushioned sofas in a café that served overpriced cappuccinos.It was raining outside, the kind of rain that makes you feel nostalgic, and inside we were five friends trying to stitch together the broken pieces of our college memories.Rahul arrived first — belly slightly rounder, hairline slightly higher, sarcasm level intact. He worked at an IT firm, but not in the “coding, AI, futuristic” way he once imagined. His designation: Associate Consultant. His real job? “Ctrl+C, Ctrl+V Specialist.” He even joked about it, “Bro, I’ve copy-pasted more slides than I’ve copied assignments in college.”A degree is not a destiny. It’s just a ticket. The real journey begins when you start proving your value. Don’t wait for placements. Place yourself.
