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Blog 3: When Things Started Feeling Different

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  “Kuch rishtey shuru hone se pehle hi khatam ho jaate hain, aur kuch log… door jaane se pehle hi apne ho jaate hain.” There was this one green shirt I used to wear a lot back then. Nothing special about it, honestly—just comfortable. But on its pocket, there was an embroidered “A.” Not intentional, not meaningful, just a random company design. Still… sometimes I wonder, was it really that random? College back then didn’t even feel like college. We only went for practical classes, no lectures, no long days—just a few hours and then everyone disappeared back into their own worlds. After class, there was a routine. Me and Anushree would walk together till the bus stand. Her route was in the opposite direction from mine. Funny, right? We walked together just to go separate ways. Maybe the world was already hinting something—we just didn’t understand it yet. Around that time, I had started bonding with others too—Krusha, Priya, Nil, Ana, Arka, Ari. Not deeply with everyone, but enough ...
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Blog2: The People Who Changed the Plot

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  " The mystery of human existence lies not in just staying alive,  but in finding something to live for."                                                                                                               ―  Fyodor Dostoyevsky,  The Brothers Karamazov It started in a time when nothing felt real. Classes were online, exams were online, and so were most of our interactions. For an introvert like me, it was both a blessing… and a slow disaster waiting to happen. I was doing Microbiology Honors back then. I didn’t know anyone, and honestly, I didn’t try to either—unless someone spoke first.  Introvert at it's peak. There was also ...
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Blog1: A Beginning That Doesn’t Begin

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“Waqt lagta hai khud ko samajhne mein, Aur log faisla turant kar dete hain.” I spend my days now… studying how thoughts are born before they even become words. Somewhere between neurons firing and silence holding meaning — I exist. Funny, right? Because there was a time when I couldn’t even answer a simple question about spiking dynamics . And now… here I am. In a rank 1 college. Working with the very thing I once got laughed at for not knowing. Not a flex. Just… a quiet kind of revenge. Back then, I was more interested in   why the brain feels , not just how it spikes. Neurobiology made sense to me in a way formulas never did. But apparently, curiosity without the “right answers” is comedy material. People laughed. Not loudly. But enough. You know the kind — not in front of you, but just within hearing distance.
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