I wasn’t supposed to be here.
I was born in a village where the future looked the same as the past—predictable, limited, and without the luxury of ambition. But I was lucky. I had teachers who saw potential in me, parents who supported me, and a mind that refused to settle.
Then reality hit.
After matriculation, I stepped into the city for the first time, and life turned into a battlefield. Money was tight—20 to 50 rupees in my pocket on good days. I walked miles back and forth to college, sometimes hungry, sometimes surviving on nothing but potatoes.
And then, just when I thought I was pushing through, tuberculosis struck during my FSc. It wasn’t just a setback; it was brutal. But I refused to break. I fought through it, survived, and came out stronger—because the world was never going to hand me success.
I had to take it.