Introduction of my tale



Hey, you finally opened this blog! I don't know your name yet because, well, I haven't named you yet. Haha.


You know what? I never thought I'd be writing something like this because I always figured people would only be interested in my story once I'd achieved something big. Well, today is June 19, 2024, and so far, I haven't done anything particularly earth-shattering.


This morning, I was reading Ankur Warikoo's book Do Epic Shit , and I realized that maybe your achievements do shape your life's story, but it's the tiny everyday moments—what you see, what you feel, how you react, and what you learn—that are also incredibly important. Maybe if I just tell you about my big successes, you'll learn something good. But if you get to know about all the little occurrences and happenings of my life and how I reacted to them, it might be a much bigger lesson. I know I'll eventually forget all the details of my struggles, my days with family, my happy moments, and I want you to know all of that.


I regret not starting this blog earlier since I've already passed 20 years of my life. So many amazing things have happened, so many lessons learned, and so many things forgotten. Maybe I can't narrate all the details of the past 20 years, but I'll try to share some of the best memories I can remember.


Lets start .

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