AN ORIGINAL PAINTING BY SHREYASI DASGUPTA (copyrights reserved) I used to love reading and writing back in school, which was more than a decade ago. I would spend a significant amount of time gobbling up novels, the thesaurus; penning down all kind of emotions and imaginations my tiny little adolescent mind could conjure. I enjoyed that part of growing up  when words could spontaneously flow and my mind could just wonder and breathe.  Then Life happened  and I  changed. My mind had to be focused , my mind had to find ways through challenging times,  my mind had to go through quite an ordeal. “ You’re a medical student, you have to be tough!” , “ pulling an all nighter , kid”, “ I couldn’t bare the sight of the blood and faecus, too much gore”, “Intern Madam, is our child going to be fine?” “ Sorry, we couldn’t save her”…  I heard these too often and my mind often couldn’t take it. Somewhere  down the line, I felt  a tad stifled. After years of har...