Srinagar, Aug. 13 -- This story belongs to the final chapter of my degree the days of my internship when I had only been working from a short period of time as an intern in the one of famous corporate hospitals in Bangalore it was one of those Bangalore evenings that was slowly surrendering to the night, and I stood at the bus stop, waiting for my usual route, carrying the heavy burden of a scolding I had received earlier that day. Sometimes, the evening falls in such a peculiar way; it feels as though a scorching heat and a bitter scorn are smouldering slowly within our hearts. It matters little whether that heat comes from the exhaustion of the day or the insults people have hurled at us. In either case, it is we who must burn whether w...