A reminder of days when we couldnโt afford even the simplest things. A reminder of quiet sacrifices, of making do, of moving forward anyway.
I didnโt need luck. I needed purpose.
And that was enough.
Now, I can finally say: I made it.
Before the board exam, thereโs a traditionโask a registered civil engineer to sharpen your pencil for luck.
I chose something different.
I asked my father to sharpen mineโnot with a sharpener, but with a knife.
This pencil doesnโt carry luck.
It carries memory.