found passions like a magpie finds shiny things — college handed me film-making, theatre crashed in during 10th, and a ukulele wandered into my 3rd year. i edited stories out of other people's stories, mapping them to songs and ideas no one else saw — cinematic rebellion, aesthetic mischief, button-pushing satire. theatre taught me the joy of bleeding my heart out in front of strangers, turned those scripts into rage and despair for a nukkad nataks too. and the uke? a clueless purchase that became my peace dispenser — every melody stuck in my head eventually got plucked, recorded, and released into the wild. some of these loves drifted away — not because i stopped loving them, because life likes to pull plot twists, amputating opportunities when was in the groove. but the day i get my scenes, my stage, and my strings back… i'm sprinting faster than light. raunak will get her raunak back.