Ahaan was 39 and always running late. No, not to work. In fact, he was the first one to reach the office every day. Even at his yoga class, Ahaan would arrive before anyone else. It was life where he was late. Especially, when it came to achieving the milestones of his life, he was always running behind, trying his best to catch up.
Ahaan earned his first penny at the age of 25, much later than most people his age. At 33, he had his first breakup—at a time when most of his friends were either married or had become parents. Some were even tying the knot for the second time, while others were busy planning their next vacation. But even six years after his break-up, Ahaan was single, stuck in the same city, and in the same job, which he had planned to quit long ago to pursue his greatest passion—write stories.
Ahaan loved stories, where, thanks to the power of imagination, anything can happen. It was his dream to write stories that could leave people hopeful and inspired. But for him, this was an impossible goal. Although Ahaan believed in his imagination, he lacked the skills of a writer—someone who knows how to turn fleeting thoughts into captivating words. How can I compete with so many talented writers? He often thought.