Published on : 19 Oct 2025, 6:30 am 5 min read

The chains of modern slavery are not forged in iron; they arrive in your inbox or WhatsApp texts. They look like emails marked 'No Subject', dangling follow-ups or that dreadful silence more eloquent than any reply.

And the strangest part? Interns clamour for these chains. You beg to be acknowledged, assigned or even scolded, because the alternative is far worse - an endless desert of ambiguity.

The pain here is not overwork, but a fog of ambiguity so thick that even Sherlock Holmes would resign. You are told nothing, you ask nothing and you apologise for everything. Sitting idle feels sinful, yet asking for directions is blasphemous. And somehow, this insanity is accepted as quite normal, almost like a rite of passage.

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