My Story (Tears on my pillow) - 012

There were many nights I spent crying (Ishi Tangkhul va mayarnaona chapkha laphemma chihaomu chieina ngayashong ngathum sada chapkhui, chapkhui chiya), and I can still feel the warm tears flowing down my face till it was absorbed by my pillow. It seemed like my tears was a lullaby for my pillow.

But why was I crying? - Definitely not because of the struggles, but the uncertainty of purpose stricken me. I was lost. I didn't know what I was doing or what needs to be done. I wish there was someone - a guide or a mentor, who could correct me and show me the right direction. But I was unlucky in this case, I have learned the hard way; self-learning from my endless mistakes, often regretting and discouraged.

Guys, today you have the privilege and access to many great successful people from our community and outside. Grab these Golden opportunities; find a mentor today and avoid being on my shoes.

PIC: Believe me, I was wearing 28" waist size (Giggle).