life

Sometimes I just sit and wonder... I know smoking is common  Everywhere I go, I see people doing it. Some started because of friends , some because of stress, some because they wanted to look cool . But why have I never wanted to try it? Not even once.  Am I missing something?   Or am I just not interested? And drinking...  People talk about it like it's some amazing experience . Movies show it. Friends joke about it. Adults celebrate with it. Yet whenever I think about taking a sip, I just... don't want to  Why?  Is it self-control?    Disinterest?     Or have I simply never found a reason?   Sometimes I wonder if everyone secretly wants these things and resists them, or if some people genuinely don't care. I say I love my country And I mean it            I get happy when India wins             I get excited when something good happens here  ...

Sometimes I ask the world, who am I? A quiet heart beneath the sky Because honestly, deep inside, Even from myself , I sometimes hide I laugh, I smile, I talk each day, Yet many thoughts I never say Dreams I carry, fears I keep, Questions inside that run so deep I’m not the loudest in the crowd, My thoughts are silent, never loud I dream too much, I think too far, Still wondering who I truly are I want to become someone someday, Someone remembered in some way But before the world remembers me, I want to know who I can be People see smiles upon my face, But not the fears I try to erase The silent doubts I hide away, Still fighting battles every day Who am I? I still don’t know, Just learning, changing , trying to grow Maybe enough, maybe not yet Still becoming myself , step by step And maybe one day, I’ll finally see, The person I was meant to be Till then, I’ll ask beneath the sky World, can you tell me who am I? may be nothing... Sometimes I ask, Who am I? A dream benea...

   Hello , Guys I am   Arpit Agrawal   I have always struggled with one question: What exactly am I supposed to call myself? A student?  An engineer?  A writer?  An artist?  A creator?  A speaker?  A learner? None of them feel complete on their own.  Maybe because people like me are rarely one thing.  We are collections of unfinished ideas, shifting ambitions, and constant curiosity. I don’t claim to know where I am going.  I don’t have some grand master plan or a perfect definition of who I am becoming.  What I do know is that I think too much, question too much, dream too much, and often carry more ideas than I can finish. So why write this?  Why add another voice to an internet already drowning in opinions, blogs, and stories?  I ask myself that too. Maybe I am late.  Maybe nobody will read what I write.  Maybe this will become another abandoned project sitting beside old ambitions. Or maybe...