Updated On: 02 February, 2025 09:20 AM IST | Mumbai | Akshita Maheshwari
As a 20-year-old journalist who entered a newsroom as an intern, here’s what I now feel: We can’t let print die

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I was doom-scrolling on LinkedIn at 1 am in the night, as a panic-stricken, internship-hungry young adult often does, when I first came across the opening at Sunday mid-day. I applied, thinking, “What are the chances I actually get it?” Chance happened to be on my side, and I landed the job. But I had mixed feelings.
In a family like mine, reading a newspaper was a very important ritual. Every morning my father used to read one, highlighting all the articles he liked, and leaving it on the dining table. And every evening, when I returned home from school, I would read the articles he highlighted for me. It was his way of telling me what is important in the world. I grew up reading columns, with my father’s little annotations around them, highlighting and marking all the knowledge he thought I must possess to survive in this world.