India, June 14 -- As someone who spends her days listening to students, guiding them through essays, applications, and interviews, I often feel like I carry a little piece of each of their journeys inside me. I know what it takes to wake up before the sun, to study until the eyes ache, to keep going even when the heart is heavy and the mind exhausted.
That is why this tragedy shook me in a way I cannot explain. And no, I do not wish to talk about the crash. I want to talk about the students. The ones who were simply having lunch. The ones who had just left class. The ones who had promised their families a better tomorrow. The ones who had barely begun.
They were medical students, seated in their hostel dining room. Maybe someone was scrol...