Other Side
Keerti stepped into the house after college, tossing her bag on the couch. The atmosphere felt heavy. Swara sat in the hall with everyone, her hands folded in her lap.
**Hey, you wonderful people! 🌟** First off, thank you genuinely for reading what I put out here. Every view, every read means more to me than you know. A little about me: I'm a CA student, juggling college, studies, exams, and somewhere in between all of that I write. Not because I have to, but because I love it. This space is my escape, my passion, and honestly, my sanity. But let's be real being a student is exhausting. Between lectures, assignments, and CA prep, carving out time to research, write, and show up here consistently takes a lot out of me. I do it all on my own, with zero budget and a whole lot of heart. If my writing has ever made you think, smile, or feel something and if you're in a position where you'd like to support this little corner of the internet there's a way you can help me keep going. ☕ Your support, however small, helps me keep the lights on here and honestly, it means the world to a student just trying to do what they love alongside ever .
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