Namaste 🙏🏻

I have come to a realization—I yearn to pursue my passion. I want to write, to create stories that captivate and inspire. However, it seems I may have missed my chance. Should I have dropped out of college for a more dramatic narrative? Imagine the headlines: "Sakshi Sharma, author of the XYZ Amazon bestselling novel, left college to pursue her writing career. Way to go!" But alas, that isn't my reality.

Now, before any of my dear brown family members barges into my room wielding a slipper, let me assure you that I'm only jesting. I have no intention of abandoning my responsibilities to chase my passion, which, rather disappointingly, happens to be procrastination. Yes, you heard it right—I love the art of procrastination. In fact, I'm procrastinating as we speak. I was supposed to complete a few tasks, but the urge to write struck, and voila! A new blog is born.

Allow me to introduce myself, though I must warn you—I have a tendency to veer off topic. From "that person is really getting on my nerves" to "I'm contemplating a future PhD," I can jump from one thought to another. So, be prepared, as you willingly signed up for this adventure. I didn't coerce anyone into reading my musings, though I must admit, I often force my friends to read whatever I write.

Let's start with the basics. I am currently twenty years old, and the big two-one isn't approaching anytime soon. I actually turned twenty a day before my college farewell. Ah, what a memorable day it was—a Friday, which completely justified my exclamation of "Friday hai pencho" at 11 PM outside our college campus. I even had the honor of being titled 'Ms. Radiant,' and I accept that title with utmost pride. Perhaps not in the literal sense, but being a tubelight, it does make sense to me.

Oh my, my sense of humor is a bit cracked, isn't it? At this age, I should be delivering more sophisticated jokes, but here I am, cracking dad jokes. How embarrassing! Will society accept me in this peculiar state?

Ah, yes, I have graduated and currently find myself unemployed. Quite the combination, isn't it? Deadly, even. I do miss those days when "A Series of Unfortunate Events" was merely a TV show and not a reflection of my own life. You may have come across jokes about being "biodegradable" because one breaks down easily, and let me tell you, my dear readers, I relate all too well. While it may take a plastic bag 20-200 years to decompose, it only takes one minor inconvenience for me to transform into a crybaby. How tragic, you must wonder.

Perhaps I should have taken one of those meaningless personality tests to determine what type of moss I am before starting this blog. I seem to struggle with maintaining a linear flow of time, just as I struggle with the flow of this introduction. Does that mean I should wrap this up and finally close my eyes? After all, it's now a staggering 5:39 am, and sleep has yet to find me. A resounding "yes" echoes in my mind.

But before I bid you adieu, I'd love to share today's motivational quote with all of you:

"Just because you're trash doesn't mean you cannot do great things. It's called a 'garbage can,' not a 'garbage cannot.'" hehe Take Care Homies <3 See ya!