Roots, Roads, and the Journey Between
There is something about small towns — their slow mornings, predictable routines, and unpolished streets — that quietly nurture the biggest dreams. Maybe it’s the lack of noise that gives space for imagination. Maybe it’s the struggle that teaches resilience before we even understand the word. I grew up in one such town. Life was simple, sometimes too simple, yet filled with lessons I didn’t realise I was learning. One of my earliest memories is of our family of four travelling on a second-hand scooter. I would stand in front because there simply wasn’t enough space. Every time we hit a bump, I would be thrown forward, my knees crashing into the metal carrier. It hurt, but at that age, pain was normal — just another part of the day. What stayed with me was not the discomfort but the quiet dignity with which my parents navigated life. We didn’t have much, but we had determination, discipline, and dreams far bigger than our means. Years later, when I began working across differ...