No Way Out


I had come here, young, jittery and full of dreams. I thought I was the most brilliant little kid in this world. Fame and fortune 'just' a PhD away from me!

'Just' a PhD!

For how many of us has PhD turned out to be more elusive than expected?!
What exactly was the point?!

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