This is Me
Gazing at the canvas of my life, I see a portrait of Prayash Tamang, a figure suspended between the wistful realms of youth and the perplexing domain of adulthood. Each passing day at 22 feels like a delicate dance between exuberance and uncertainty. The streets of Darjeeling, my hometown, whisper stories of my past, creating a backdrop of nostalgia against the canvas of my existence.
In my role as a content writer and web designer for the past two years, the dichotomy of duty and passion becomes strikingly apparent. The mere act of weaving words and designing digital landscapes transcends the mundane; it's a rendezvous with a love affair that blooms in the heart. The screen isn't just a canvas—it's a stage where the symphony of my creativity harmonizes with the technical rhythms.
The echoes of my recent graduation reverberate through the chambers of my memory. The robes I wore, the friends I made, the lessons I learned—all of them coalesce into a collage of experiences that I carry forward. Since the age of 13, novels have been both companions and confidants. Virginia Woolf, John Green, and Colleen Hoover, like mentors guiding my emotions, have etched stories in my heart, intertwining their narratives with the threads of my identity.
And then, there's poetry—a realm where emotions dance in the moonlight of words. Rupi Kaur's verses, like constellations, map my sentiments. "i want to apologize to all the women i have called pretty before i've called them intelligent or brave" is a revelation that resonates deeply, stripping away layers of societal norms and laying bare the raw essence of my struggles.
As I stand at the crossroads, the fog of uncertainty envelops me. The compass of ambition seems to waver, pointing towards a direction yet unknown. But amidst the uncertainty, there's a fire—an unquenchable desire to unearth the purpose that will define my journey.
In the realm of emotions, words are my allies. When sadness clouds my skies, I wield them like a brush, painting my heart's turmoil on the canvas of expression. Each article I post bears the weight of my emotions, a testament that I am more than just the sum of my experiences. It's a silent plea for connection, a way to let the world know that in my words, they find a mirror to their own journey through the labyrinth of life.
