My name is Ishita. I grew up in a small, tight-knit village where everyone knew everyone, and life was simple, even if not always easy. We didn’t have much, but we had each other — and that kind of love and simplicity made everything feel full of meaning. But deep inside, I always carried dreams that were too big for the small lanes of my village. The world outside felt wide and full of possibilities, even if it was also unknown and a little scary. One day, with just a small bag and a big hope in my heart, I left home. I didn’t run away — I ran towards something: a life where I could be independent, stand on my own feet, and maybe even build something I could call my own. Now I’m in the city — it’s loud, fast, and overwhelming at times. I don’t have much money. I’m currently searching for any job that will help me survive, and more than anything, I want a small, safe place to live — even just a corner that I can call home. Every day is a new challenge, but I’m not giving up. I may be poor, but I have a heart full of hope and a will to work hard. I’m ready to learn, grow, and live the life I’ve always imagined — one honest step at a time.