What if popcorn were currency??

Wouldn’t it be absurdly yummy to believe for a second that probably the classic popcorn was equivalent to a $1 bill, butter popcorn to $10, caramel popcorn to $50, and cheese popcorn to a $100 bill (apologies, I’m biased towards cheese)?

Baabai, I miss you

It’s not fair that when I have so much to tell him, I have no way to do so. I have good news about my MBA admits that he would have been proud of. I have apologies that I never got the chance to convey, which I’m sure he would have just dismissed. We have so much family drama to catch up on and laugh about. I miss his taunts, his frequent calls, his three-years-in-advance plans, his extremely picky diet, his passion for intellect, his ever-compliant "yes" to everything Dad said, and his hatred for cameras. Baabai, I miss you.

180 flips with lady luck!

This is the tale of how I dodged a loveless marriage with the monotonous world of circuits and stumbled into the arms of my true love: startups! (Nope, no cheesy name reveal here, sorry!) Picture it: 2018, yours truly in the prime of bachelorhood, grappling with regret over a questionable specialisation and barely scraping through academics, just like any other 18-year-old.

When do you feel the most alive?

From almost missing a flight in Heathrow with pockets lighter than air to soaring above the Himalayas, tethered only by a parachute or getting stranded in a pitch-black forest with a flat tire and siblings in tow, from the countless sunsets painted in hues that defy description to just as many sunrises I attempted to witness yet lost to sleep, experiences unfolded like a well-worn map for me and always leave me smiling when I reminisce them.

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