It was an wonderful 2025

 When I started writing this blog, I told I'm very afraid making a conversation with people. In 2025, I traveled to Bangalore, Hyderabad, Pune, Mumbai and Kumily, shook hands with wonderful people. 

I thought if I made into US then VC would be extremely happy that he made it but it didn't happen. But at Kumily, while we are in a trip(my 1st ever trip with friends) someone walked towards me and told he knew me from SQ1, one of the hackathons where I won 3rd prize. And this happened right when VC is standing next to me. I hope he would've been happy.

Also I wished to be a friend of VC. During the trip, in the video call his wife addressed us as his friends😁. Vetri vetri!

And now sitting in Nest PG hostel terrace reimaging what happened in the morning. I walked into a store to buy cloth clips and lifebuoy handwash. Had Rs.200 in cash. The total was 209🥲. I handed him the 200, he asked for 9. 

(I know he understands tamil) 

Me: 200 than iruku, 200 ku tharuvingala...

Him: Sari yeduthutu po vera yenna pandradhu

Me:😃😃😃


Anyways I miss the saravana stores of Tamilnadu. Please open a branch in Bangalore.

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