I Quit. And Then I Didn’t.

I’ve quit four times in my life.

First, when the people who were supposed to lift me up only pushed me down. Second, when the girl I built my world around walked out of it. Third, when my Class XII results told me I wasn’t enough. Fourth — somewhere in 2003 — I don’t even remember why. I just know I fell.

But here’s the thing about falling four times: you learn how to get back up.

I’m back. I’m here. And this time? I’m not quitting for anything.