By Suvir Saran New Delhi [India], November 29 (ANI): Life, in its unpredictable way, is a quilt of experiences stitched together by the kindness of strangers, the grace of friends, and the unwavering support of family. As I sit down to reflect, warmed by the glow of a November that brings both my birth and my gratitude into focus, I find myself returning to one truth: none of this–none of me–would have been possible without the generosity of others and the openness of spirit they inspired in me. I was only 20 when I landed in Manhattan, bright-eyed, brimming with ambition, and carrying little more than a suitcase filled with dreams.
Manhattan, that untamed beast of a city, can intimidate even the bravest. Yet for me, it was a land of open doors. I came to study graphic design, but what I truly enrolled in was the school of humanity.
From the moment I arrived, I was welcomed into the folds of a city that pulsed with life and possibility. Strangers, sensing the vulnerability of my youth and the determination in my heart, extended their hands. Someone gave me a place to stay at a rent that wouldn’t strangle my budget.
Someone else gave me a reference that would open professional doors. And someone, quietly and without expectation, simply said, “You can do it.” In those early years, I saw the best of humanity.
People didn’t have to help me–they chose to. In doing so, they showed me what it means to give without reserve and to trust in the promise of others. And so, .
