Undergraduate life ran its course almost two years ago. Throughout undergrad, the existential crisis of choosing between research and job life haunted my conscious. The nerve-jittery remembrances of a naive 3-rd yeat intern comprises of spent restless nights thinking about whether or not to PhD, what lies in the industry life, and what would life be in each scenario.

Today, after 1 year and half from graduating, I write this as sit by the desk in one of the best room-views a 24 year old could imagine. More often than not, I find myself engrossed in the distilling aporia- am I where I wanted to be?