There has been nothing “normal” about my life since I stepped out of school. I’ve always had the power to live each day with flow and intention—never betraying my own boundaries, no matter how incompatible they seemed to others. Through it all, I’ve carried an urge:
To tell my story.

Not because no one listened, but because no one ever held space for it in full. People rarely stay silent when they don’t know your whole story—they fill the blanks with their assumptions. So I’m here, to reclaim the irreplaceable authority of my own life.

Every morning, I start by looking at my love’s picture on my phone—my daily grounding.
I make my bed. Not because someone told me to, but because I believe in leaving things neat, clean, and in place. They say it’s a habit of millionaires; I say it’s just me.

A cold shower follows, and then tea with half a paratha—made by my mother’s hand. It’s my breakfast, my ritual, my peace.

Then comes the road—twenty minutes to the medicine shop I work in. The road is chaotic, villagers rarely follow traffic rules. One woman asked for a lift that day—I politely refused. Not because I’m rude, but because I value boundaries, and I’m committed. I still felt guilty though.

The day starts with cleaning every corner. It’s discipline. It’s ownership.
Today I missed the monkey that often visits—the security guard once gave him a potato and we all laughed.

After the morning rush and a second cup of tea, I spoke to my love. The weather was romantic—it’s the little things.

I then had to attend a small English interview with a medicine representative administrator. I mostly speak Bengali, but when the stakes are high, I give my best in English. Later, I discussed it with her—I always do.

Lunch was biryani with aloo, chicken chap, salad, and chilled ghol with a colleague. A beautiful break amidst the rain.
Back in the shop, I worked through sleepiness, maintained doctor chambers, and laughed with friends and our beloved security guard.

Evening came with tea and rasgullas. Sweet things.

Then, the chaos: my phone died. I’d forgotten my charger. The shop had none. I asked, was denied.
That didn’t hurt my ego.
It hurt my self-respect.

My phone was never supposed to be off—not when my love might call. That jittery fear stayed with me until I got home, charged the phone, and messaged her. Then I could breathe.

I planned to work on my dream project that night—my brand GARMI’S—but time slipped away. Even my meditation was missed. We ended the day with a call, and I drifted to sleep with her voice.

I have also so many things to tell but I know nobody is here to pause on my storytelling. I don’t have any intentions on that. this is my place to tell everything that is not told everyday about me as if I am vanished. So, I just started counting on it and how far it can go.

I was a consistent second-rank holder from Class One to Class Four, displaying academic potential from a very young age. In 2006, I sought admission to Azad Academy for the 2006–2007 session but couldn’t secure a seat due to the unaffordable donation demands. Instead, I joined Hakola U.C. High School with Roll Number 23. Despite the challenges, I maintained my position as second ranker till Class Eight.

A proud moment came in Class Seven when I qualified with an ‘A’ grade in the Science Talent Search Examination and received a medal and book prize. Public figure Sultan Ahmed honored me and other fellow qualifiers by placing the medal on chest — a memory that still fuels my spirit.

After scoring 84.5% in Class Eight, I gained admission to the prestigious Al-Ameen Mission (2010–2011 session). However, my first impression there was marred due to a mismatched photo on my admit card by the founder, M. Nurul Islam. Regardless, I ranked first in my class with 83.1%.

In 2012, I appeared for the Madhyamik (MP) exam and achieved 89.57%, earning recognition in Anandabazar Patrika as one of the top-performing Al-Ameen graded student. I was also awarded by the Human Welfare Foundation, Bengaluru, though sadly, the monetary award never reached my family.

That same year, I aced the MCAT entrance exam for Class XI Science stream at Al-Ameen and topped among my batch once again. But from there, my academic curve began to descend. I completed my HS Board in 2014 with 69.2%. I attempted WBJEE but couldn’t secure a notable rank. Still determined, I enrolled in a B.Sc. Honours program, but due to financial and personal hardships, I couldn’t appear for the first-year finals and had to discontinue.

Since then, I have dedicated the last 12 years of my life working in a medical shop to support my family. Despite the challenges, I carry with me a resilient spirit, a sharp mind, and a heart that still beats for learning.

I am coming here as a sign of never giving up on my dreams. I face and manage many things throughout my day and my weekend and i developed so much skills on my own- video editing , photoshop, after effects basics, singing basic in classics, guitar chords, and presently developing my social media base with my own real content writing; making development on my upcoming t shirt brand named  ‘GARMI’S’. I also know illustration learned with adobe illustrator so i made my brand logos on my own.

Yet there is so many things I do regularly and I live in a society that only I can be my voice. 

Not just with a new hope to achieve a goal that fits in my life and make me earn so much money that i can free myself from everyday grind and pressure, I believe someday all my work underneath people’s voice will get its own voice and place in this society so I can live with freedom with myself.

Money is essential but not a thing to chase for; in my dictionary, and i failed myself in that success rat race but I am happy and in peace with purely myself.

I am proud to be Munnajan that I never gave up on my dream even when my love and the whole world was not with me i believed in myself and collected every part of my existence which i will curate in this website day by day to make it my home.

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