The Shifting Shape of Stories

I had a blessed start, with IIT tag on my head, The techno-managerial jobs, I did not really dread. The lure of a different calling, sapped my energy, left me dead, With effort I climbed out of the hole, making psychology my bread. I met psychology in college, it was love at first sight, After decades of courtship, tying the knot didn't work out right, My earlier passion vanished, it became just…