Life has a way of teaching us lessons too late. Sometimes, we only realize the value of a person after they’re no longer around. That’s the story behind my upcoming song “I Was Wrong” — a heartfelt tribute to my grandmother, the one person who never gave up on me, even when I was too childish to see it. 💔 The Heart of the Song My grandmother wasn’t just family — she was a force of love and protection. While the world seemed to turn against me, she was the one who stood by my side. She fought for me, defended me, and believed in me when no one else did. Yet, in my youthful mischievousness, I didn’t always understand her value. I made fun of her sometimes — of her age, her habits, the little things that now feel like precious memories. I didn’t see the countless sacrifices she made. I didn’t realize how rare it is to have someone who truly loves you without conditions. “I Was Wrong” was born out of this realization — a mix of regret, nostalgia, and hope. A song that carries the words I ...
The Day I Ran Away – Chasing Freedom and a ₹12K Dream
I was so frustrated—to the point where I felt like running away. Far, far away. Somewhere with no scolding, no nagging—just peace.
Every day felt like a loop. My dad’s constant lectures about how I was wasting time on my phone were echoing in my head. And one day, in the middle of all that chaos, I called an old schoolmate. Little did I know, that call was about to change everything.
"There’s a job," he said. "Pays ₹12,000 a month."
₹12,000? My ears perked up. That wasn’t just pocket money—that was salary.
I wanted to know more. "What kind of job?"
"Nothing too hard," he replied casually. "It’s a helper job under a fitter… or a futter…" (Whatever that meant—I had never heard those words in my entire life.) But hey, ₹12K was ₹12K.
I asked the next big question—“Where would I live? What about food?”
"Don’t worry," he said, "You’ll live with my cousin—the guy you’ll be working under. He’ll take care of your food too."
Bingo. A job, free food, and a roof over my head—I was sold.
The only catch? It was a 12-hour shift. But I did the math—8 hours of sleep, 4 hours left to focus on my content. I thought, Not bad… I’m going.
The Morning I Snapped
The next morning, the usual routine began—I woke my mom started taunting me like (Ohh .... So the king have finnally woke up),But this time, I was done listening. No arguments. No explanations. I silently grabbed my backpack and started packing.
My mom noticed. "Oye… why are you packing your bag? Where are you going?" she asked, her voice laced with confusion.
I didn’t reply. I couldn’t. I knew if I did, I’d break.
She grabbed my bag as I tried to leave. "Answer me!" she demanded, panic rising in her voice.
I didn’t. I snatched my bag and ran—faster than I ever had—straight to the bus stop. My mom was behind me, crying, screaming for me to come back. But I kept running. I didn’t turn around. Not once.
By the time I reached the train station, I was breathless, angry, and numb. It was 8 AM. My train wasn’t until 1 PM—but I didn’t care. I was leaving. I didn’t know what was ahead, but anything was better than staying.
Calls started flooding my phone—my mom, dad, uncle… I blocked them all. Even relatives who tried to reach me—blocked. I wasn’t in the mood for questions. My anger drowned out every other thought.
Hunger gnawed at me, but I had around ₹1,000 in my pocket. My train ticket cost ₹265 for the general coach—cheap enough to leave me some spare cash. I killed the waiting hours with biscuits and snacks, anything to keep the hunger quiet.
At 1 PM, the train finally arrived. By some miracle, I got a window seat. I plugged in my earphones, blasting sad songs on repeat. Memories flooded my mind—some good, some painful. I wasn’t sure if I was making the right decision. All I knew was—I couldn’t go back.
A New State, A New Beginning
By 4 PM, I arrived in Jharkhand—a whole new state. Everything felt… different. The language, the people, even the way they spoke—it wasn’t like home anymore.
I approached a tuktuk (auto-rickshaw) driver and showed him the location my friend had sent. He glanced at it, then shook his head.
"Don’t go there right now," he warned. "It’s still a bit dark. That area’s on the outskirts—too dangerous at this hour. Even I wouldn’t drive there. Wait until daylight."
And with that, he drove away, leaving me standing there—soaking in a mix of confusion and unease.
So, I waited at the station until sunrise. When the first light broke, I tried asking another tuktuk to take me there, but they all refused. The ones willing to go,were charging way too much and I didn’t want to waste my money for nothing. I thought to myself, "It’s not a big deal—I can just walk." And i started walking following the map.
The place was practically in the middle of nowhere. No shops, no crowds—just one isolated company. If you needed anything, you had to walk 3 kilometers to find it.
By the time I arrived, it was raining. I was drenched—clothes sticking to my skin, shoes soaked. His cousin greeted me at the gate and led me inside.
"Sign this," he said, pointing to a worn-out register under the watchful eyes of the security guard. My name on that page felt like the final step—I had officially entered a new chapter of my life.
I thought the hard part was over. I had no idea what was coming next.
And trust me—you wouldn’t believe it if I told you.
Stay tuned—I’ll spill it all in my next blog. Until then, take care❤️!!
And one quick question.......
Have you ever felt like running away somewhere far-far away from everyone?
Share your thoughts below!🙁
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