Reading and writing were never hobbies for me—they were lifelines. Tiny embers that kept glowing, even when the world felt dim.
That’s why I started my blog. That’s why I created my Quora space. I kept pouring my thoughts into the void—even if only 50 or 60 eyes stopped to read. Even if just 10 paused to feel.
Still, I wrote.
Because deep inside, a quiet voice whispered,
“One day, these words will shatter boundaries.”
Every time I stumbled upon a writing opportunity—paid or unpaid—I applied. Not with grand expectations, but with muscle memory. It became a habit so deep that sometimes I forgot I’d even sent anything at all.
That’s how YLCUBE happened.
Just another click.
Another write-up.
Another application.
Forgotten like the rest.
Until Five Days Ago
An unexpected email flashed across my screen:
“You’ve been shortlisted. Interview scheduled.”
My heart? It jolted. Then thundered.
Then... silence.
But when life decides to test you, it never waits for your convenience.
Court hearings. Office reports. A mind caught between deadlines and dreams.
And an interview that loomed like a storm cloud—near enough to see, yet too far to hold.
The Countdown
At 6 PM, I left the office. My phone clung to 28% battery life.
At 6:45, the message came:
“Join the interview now.”
I waited. And waited. Forty-five long minutes ticked by as my phone's battery drained and my nerves spiked.
And just as I stepped inside my home—
It was my turn.
With trembling hands, I plugged in the charger. Sat down.
Spoke.
Maybe nervously. Maybe bravely. Maybe both.
But I gave it everything.
The Sleepless Night
Sleep? It never came.
My brain replayed the interview on loop.
My heart teetered between excitement and dread.
The night stretched endlessly, and dawn arrived carrying only more waiting.
From 11 AM the next morning, I was glued to my inbox.
Nothing.
By 2 PM—still nothing.
By 5 PM, silence still reigned.
And so, I began to console myself:
“It’s okay. You did your best. Keep writing. Other doors will open.”
I tried to believe it. But deep inside, something wilted.
The Message That Changed Everything
At 6 PM, I left the office with a heavy heart and heavier thoughts.
A spicy roll. That’s what I needed when no words could help. So I grabbed one. And trust me—it soothed my soul as it went down, warm and fiery, like a quiet hug from the inside.
The metro was a blur of noise and movement.
But inside me, everything had gone still.
Then—ping.
A notification.
A miracle.
“Congratulations! You are selected for publication.”
I froze.
My eyes brimmed with tears before I could stop them.
My lips parted to scream, to shout, to tell the world—but no sound came.
My body felt like 200 kilos.
But my soul?
My soul was weightless.
It soared, feather-light, above the rush-hour crowd.
Above my doubts.
Above every quiet rejection that had once told me I wasn't enough.
A whisper brushed past my ear:
“2025... is your magical year.”
And just like that—
I believed it.
🌟 2025 – Indeed A Magical Year 🌟
Yours in words and wonder,
...Anu
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