I read that somewhere and it has always stuck with me.

I didn’t wake up one day randomly wanting to be a designer. I was living my life like any other 19 year old, unbothered and unencumbered taking things as they came. But something wasn't right, I felt incomplete. Like something was always missing.

And then one day, finally I had a realisation during the second year of my undergrad, that I didn't enjoy writing code—but loved solving the actual problem behind it through design.

This curiosity led me to take on a path which I had no idea about, but I was at least exited to explore. For the first time, I felt that I was doing something that mattered. This lead me to learn about design, what purpose it actually serves, and a lot more.

And finally, I kickstarted my journey as a designer by taking on some unpaid roles in NGOs. Not glamorous. Not easy. But formative and insightful. For the next three years, I worked relentlessly—long hours at a design firm that pushed me hard and taught me discipline, craft, and how to defend decisions. It wasn’t always fun, but it made me sharper.