My name is Nagaraja. I am 18 years old, from a small village in Tamil Nadu. I didn't have a mentor. I didn't have a library. I had questions and no one around me was asking the same ones. So I started writing. This blog is about identity, psychology, and the human mind. About why we think the way we think. About shame, resilience, power, and what it means to live consciously instead of just existing. I am not an expert. I am a seeker. Every post here is me thinking out loud, honestly, without a filter. If you have ever asked who am I and felt the silence underneath that question, you are in the right place. Nagaraja
FATHER (APPA) It is about my dad who have not live peacefully he suffers more than we imagine. He is a handicap. And from the start of his life he lived with problems in his childhood poverty hits more there is no food to eat, and he was raised by YMCA boys hostel, and he loses his dad in his childhood for me, he is every thing and my master also if I do one thing he does that 5 times more in my age he is my political teacher he knows politics in the 8th grade and in that time he can say all 234 MLA's name he is an unsung hero and genius, but he lived alone in his life in hostel no one supports even not his family and relatives all abandoned him, and he faced more struggles even in food and at all every thing then he completes school he is willing to join in college, and he wa...