Burning at a scorching 40°C, I was sitting in my office, close to the border of Switzerland and France — countries where inhabitants are accustomed to doing things that helps their spirit dance with nature. And yet, I was tucked away in the confines of an empty building. I was constantly wondering how I ended up getting an internship at the world’s largest and most revered physics laboratory — CERN (Conseil Européen pour la Recherche Nucléaire — a European organisation for nuclear research). Rather than trusting my credentials and believing that I truly deserved to be there, I thought the selection committee had a terrible mix up while selecting me.