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Balancing Dreams and Responsibilities!

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Ever since my college days, I’ve wanted to build something of my own. To create a company, run a startup, and live the life of an entrepreneur. Back in my B.Tech, I even tried once. It wasn’t perfect, but it was mine. I used the small stipend I earned from internships to fund it, and that feeling of independence is something I’ll never forget. Since 2020, I’ve been standing on my own feet. I’ve paid my fees, managed my expenses, and learned what it truly means to survive without depending on anyone. Later, I joined PwC and worked there for three years. Those years taught me discipline, patience, and the value of hard work. I saved whatever I could, always keeping that dream alive somewhere inside me. Today, I’m pursuing my M.Tech in Techno-Entrepreneurship at IIT Hyderabad, still chasing that same dream of building something meaningful. But dreams aren’t easy when you come from a middle-class family. Starting something of your own takes years of patience, consistency, and financial sta...
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The Silent Crush and the Friendship Band!

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In the summer of 2013, within the walls of our hostel and classrooms, began a story that still lingers in my heart - a tale of innocent love and quiet courage. I had been staying in the hostel since 2010.I was a calm, silent, and introverted boy - someone who rarely spoke, yet was known as one of the smartest in my class. My two closest friends, Sachin and Laxman, were the opposite - loud, cheerful, and full of mischief. We weren’t just classmates but roommates and inseparable best friends. School days have their own magic, don’t they? Everyone has a crush or a secret admiration. Sachin liked Nikita, and Laxman liked Sheetal. And me? I silently liked someone too, but I never shared it with anyone. I didn’t even look at girls, let alone talk to them. But in my heart, there was one person. She was a topper, just like me. We were similar in many ways, but I never had the courage to even think about talking to her. One summer evening in the hostel, Laxman and Sachin cornered me. They kept ...
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Location: India
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A Raincoat, A Ride, and a Bond Stronger Than the Storm!

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It was one of those rainy days that makes you want to stay curled up inside, wrapped in a blanket. Everything was wet, gray, and heavy with the rain. I was standing at a bus stop, trying my best to stay dry, when something happened that touched me deeply. It wasn’t anything dramatic or grand, but it was a moment that revealed the simple, powerful nature of love. A city bus pulled up, its windshield wipers working hard against the rain. A young girl, around 14, stepped off the bus. She had a bright yellow backpack that stood out against the dreary weather. Her hair were neatly tied back, and despite the rain, she was smiling. It was the kind of smile that seemed to brighten everything around her, if only for a moment. As she looked around, her eyes landed on her dad, who was waiting for her on an old motorcycle. He was wearing a big, worn-out raincoat, and the moment he saw her, he straightened up, happiness spreading across his face. Without wasting a second, he started taking off his ...
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Location: India
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The True Measure of Richness: A Father’s Life Lesson!

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 It was a warm afternoon, and my father and I were riding home on the bike. Everything seemed normal until we saw an old man walking slowly by the roadside. His clothes were torn and worn out, and he looked tired and weak. There was something about him that caught my father’s eye. Suddenly, my father slowed down and called out, “Patil! How are you?” The old man looked up, surprised but smiled a little. My father stopped the bike and walked over to him. After a short conversation, he pulled out a 100-rupee note from his pocket and gently placed it in the man’s hand. I sat there, watching the whole thing, feeling like I had seen this man before, but I couldn’t remember where. As we continued home, the moment kept playing in my mind. When we got home, I finally asked my father, “Dad, who was that man you stopped for? You called him 'Patil' and gave him money. Who was he?” My father paused for a moment, looking thoughtful. He then began to speak softly, “Son, this happened many yea...
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Location: India
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