Aditi Roy Sharma 1 Samar Ghosh stared blankly at the glowing screen of his laptop, its harsh blue light reflecting off his glasses as the world outside his hostel window drifted into silence. The ceiling fan above creaked lazily, slicing through the thick summer night air of the campus. Around him, the room was cluttered with open textbooks, crumpled notes, and half-finished instant noodles—a portrait of academic exhaustion. But it wasn’t the unfinished code on his terminal or the pending assignments that held his attention tonight. It was the crushing weight of falling behind. Once hailed as a prodigy from…