Allow me to take you on a journey through my life. It is overwhelming, confusing, joyous, and sad, but one thing I can guarantee is that it is interesting.

Words always captivated me as a child. I grew up watching my mother read magazines and enjoy her quiet time by reading various blogs and short tales. She used to say that reading magazines was her escape from the outside world, and when I was a kid, all I wanted to do was grow up and write one of those articles with advice for women that would make them forget about the outside world or simply encourage them to fight.

I was always a creative child buried in her art, drawing, painting, and craft projects. It gave me pleasure being indulged in my creative side. As I grew older, the race to select a suitable career began, and I was confused and overwhelmed by my options. This confusion stayed with me throughout my college years as I oversaw the production of my college festival, made numerous banners, and used few words to convey my ideas. My English professor (I was fascinated by) used to tell me, “Mansi, you are good with words.” Her compliment never went ignored, It was a ringing bell in my head. Whenever I tried searching my path I would come back to one thought “What can I do that I will love doing my whole life?”

During the lockdown when the world was restless and people were seeking their niche, I realized over a cup of tea I want to write blogs and create an impact for all women who emerge themselves in the world of stories and find moments of peace and counsel.

I started looking up various routes I could take on my journey and discovered a number of locations. One of the destinations was Content writing and it made me eager to go on a vacation there and explore. Now, my mother advises, "Do it right when you decide to do something!" The reputation, the course format, and, of course, the benefit of getting paid to do what you love were all reasons why Kraftshala made perfect sense to me.

When I write my first blog, create content, or write my first post for an account, I will sit with a cup of tea in my garden and think back to the day I hoped this would come true and be grateful. I sleep contentedly knowing I am on my journey, the journey I chose for myself, and each day I am learning, learning to get better to express myself.