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About Me — Rakshita Upadhyay
This is probably the hardest part for any writer- writing about oneself. As I sit here on a Sunday, hoping for the rain to come, I find it rather hard to ‘again’ write about myself. I have done it a hundred times, for social media bios, for job applications, for college stuff, and the list goes on. Guess I have to perfectly balance between not speaking sh*t about myself and trying not to brag too much(there’s nothing to brag about, though!)
So here it goes, I was born on a Saturday, April 3rd. The year was 1999. I am Indian and I hail from a state called Uttarakhand. Since my childhood, I was surrounded by hills and curvy roads, and pine trees all around.
My Grandmother claims that she named me in her dreams and that I used to go to my mother just for milk. Most of the time I was with her and other people, who were so thrilled to welcome the first child of their clan.
As I grew up, I had to leave my native home behind and live with my parents in a totally different city with a different culture. I still remember the heat, the long train rides, the vendors, the station, the humidity, the snakes, the rivers, my friends, and the school straight 700 meters away from my home.
