Ńandǐní

Software Engineer who thrives to be everything but not specialised in anything!

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It’s Monday!

My Mondays usually start off productively, mostly because I spend the weekend planning things I never actually get around to doing. By Monday, it feels like I suddenly have a long list of things I want to accomplish.

There's the usual office work, but at the same time I also feel an urge to tackle all my personal goals—finally write that blog post, pick up the book I meant to read over the weekend, learn something new, etc.

Idk why I suddenly become ambitious on Monday :)

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What's Next?

In my childhood, I always had a goal—a goal to top the class. Honestly, I don't know why, but I had this obsession with being first. My parents never put any pressure on me or had any expectations. They were definitely happy whenever I did well, but they were equally happy even when I didn't. Looking back, I think that obsession was entirely my own.

It's funny looking back now—I voluntarily quit dance classes just because I got 5th in class. I didn't want any distractions.🙃
That's how obsessed I was with being first.

Then came 11th and 12th—the goal of cracking JEE. I was completely immersed in studying, studying and studying. Honestly, during those two years, I barely watched any movies. My life revolved around that one goal.

Then came college, with another goal: good grades, good company. But college was definitely much more chill compared to school. Going out with friends all the time, random discussions, walking all around the campus and, of course, the mandatory college trip. Looking back, I probably invested more time in friendships during those four years than I ever had in my entire life. Maybe that's when the emotional roller coaster began, and it hasn't really stopped since.

Until then, life felt surprisingly straightforward. Every phase came with a clear goal, and all I had to do was work towards it. Most of it felt like it was in my hands.
But somewhere around college, that formula stopped working.

There was no longer a clear path. No right or wrong. No guarantee for anything. Even if you studied everything you possibly could, you could still fail an interview. Even if you put in all the right efforts, you could still lose your friends. You could make the best decisions you can and still not know if they were the right ones until much later. Sometimes it works out. Sometimes it doesn't. 🤞

I think that's when life really begins. That's when teenagers become adults...

Suddenly a lot things demand your attention.

Managing money. Making investments. Taking care of my health and my parents' health. Helping with family decisions. Maintaining friendships. Finding a life partner. Deciding where to live. Figuring out what kind of life I actually want to build.

You have to make an abundance of decisions, and honestly, a lot of the time, no one really knows what's best.

Maybe that's why this phase of life feels both exciting, scary and even lonely sometimes. For the first time, no one tells you what's next.

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20th Century girl

A tragic yet beautiful love story!

Na Bo-ra is a kind and courageous teenager who cares deeply about the people she loves. Raised by her father to be brave, she earned a red belt in karate at a young age and never hesitated to stand up for others. She even got into a fight with a street thug just to protect the boy her best friend loved.

Her love has no boundaries!
When she realized that her best friend had fallen for the same boy she loved, Bo-ra was willing to bury her own feelings for of her friend's happiness. In the end, her best friend realized this and helped bring the two of them together.

They fell deeply in love, exchanging emails every day even when they are separated by oceans. Then, one day, the emails stopped. Believing she had been abandoned without an explanation, Bo-ra spent the next fifteen years angry, heartbroken, and searching for answers. Only years later did she found out that the day he stopped writing was the very day he died.

Sometimes the greatest love stories end in tragedy.
Sometimes the most beautiful souls have the hardest heartbreak.

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