The Never-Ending Question “Who am I?” If I had a rupee for every time I asked myself this question, I’d probably be rich enough to never need a career plan. I’m eighteen. That awkward stage where kids younger than me already seem to have their lives figured out—career goals, startup ideas, even backup dreams in case their first dreams fail. Meanwhile, I’m standing here debating between becoming a singer or a potato. Honestly? Potato sounds peaceful. Potatoes don’t need LinkedIn profiles. Life in Bangalore (Or, How I Only Know One Route) When people hear the word “wanderer,” they imagine sunsets, airports, and Instagram-worthy captions. Not me. My version of wandering is standing in my balcony, watching autos speed by. I’ve lived in Bangalore my entire life, yet I only know the route from school to home. That’s it. If you asked me to navigate beyond that, I’d probably panic and call my mom for directions. And yet, the same people who’ve seen me faint in malls now expect me to move a...

  (Poem by Yashasvi D) I'm a ship lost at sea, Tossed and turned by waves of uncertainty. I'm a wilted flower, Desperately seeking the sun's power. My sails are tattered, my compass confused, The ocean's fury leaves me feeling bruised. My petals droop, my leaves hang low, The sun's warmth and light are what I long to know. But I know that storms must pass, And flowers bloom again on the grass. I'll find my way, I'll weather the gale, And rise again, strong and hale. This poem reflects my personal journey through uncertainty and self-doubt. Whether it’s academics, life decisions, or personal struggles, I’ve had moments where I felt completely lost. But I know nothing stays the same forever, and I’ll rise again—stronger than before. If you’ve ever felt this way, I hope this poem reminds you that you’re not alone. The storm will pass, and you’ll find your way