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Hello, My name is Vidushi Anand. An average girl. (first I changed 11th grader to 12th grader, now it's time to remove 12th as well. lmao; (29/11/23) so... not a 12th grader now. Time to change it an engineering student. Great life. (20/2/24) Quick update, I am in 2nd sem of my engineering degree. yaaay? XD. Today I decided to read all these blogs again. why? no reason. Just felt a little lost ig. I noticed how I write kinda different views in different blogs. somewhere I said Life is a marathon, somewhere I said It's not a marathon but an obstacle race. Ig as I transition from 11th to 12th to sem1 to sem2, my views change day by day. What a life! (4/5/2024) Hie hie again, Sem2 is almost over, exams are next to next week ig, I finally wrote blogs about my struggles with failure? lol, idk, I felt good writing about how I flunked. Life is gooooood:))) 

(26/6/2024)The last intro paragraph got a bit too long so i am writing a new one, yaay! so... sem 2 is over aka an entire college year is over!!!! I got 9.0 in sem1, yaay? idk, didn't felt like much, yk what i mean? still got that empitness of not being good enough. I talked to an old (not that old lol) friend recently, he said i was ahead in terms of tech knowledge from him a bit. it felt so weird, coz i always just felt left behind never ahead... chalo, gonna go. BYE BYE 

(30/8/2024)Hi again:) So... I am 19...i started writing this blog when i was 16, ~it's been a long day~. Life has been boring ngl. sem2 result wasn't what i expected but it's fine. life goes on. lol. I just feel lost. I always feel lost. I don't know how to let go of this sense of being lost. Chalo choro. I did make some good friends so that's a nice thing. hope they don't leave. BYEEE!

(3/2/2025) I am back!! It's 2025, I am in sem4, almost done with 2nd year of my college! geez... I look back at this blog which I started writing on 22/8/21 and it's 2025 now!? Where did all these years go? 2024 went away in a blink and I am pretty sure even 2025 will fly by very quickly. That's it for today. ~i'll tell you all about it when i see you again~ 

(1/7/25) Just like that, 2nd year is over. June is over. I am working as an AI intern at a startup. Looking back at this blog, i can see i have came so far. From questioning my jee rank (lol) to questioning my college to questioning my skills, i never ever thought i'll ever get an internship as good as this (i am struggling badly but learning a lot). I feel like just yesterday i was searching for colleges, just yesterday i discovered ML, just yesterday i gave exams of 1st sem, just yesterday i started writing this blog. wow. i will do my best in this internship, it's scary but i will do my best.

I have been writing since the age of two. It's now that my words gained a real purpose. I relish poetry as I feel it helps me realize the true sense of things in my way. 

I believe poetry revives my inner soul has a voice. Whenever I write, I try to splash my core out on the paper. 



 

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