Welcome to X's World

A country with a billion people and a majority of the population is youth. It's not easy to survive the competition, unless you are competitive enough. As Charles Darwin's theory says, the toughest survives.
X is one such student. Born to a set of loving parents, X had been a smart kid in his school. His grades had always been high and his teachers and parents were pretty proud of him. Even though he was passionate about sports, he never really was into any of the games as his physique did not complement with his attitude. Nevertheless, he was the spark of his parents' lives and they tried their best to keep up his dreams. His father being a Bank employee, the family of 3 had been to different cities of the country depending on the location of his father's posting. A small town in the Davangere district, then to a little bigger town in Karnataka again. His family relocated to Chandigarh for a span of 4 years where X had trouble adapting to the people, language and the climate. But he was flexible enough to bear through all this and managed to leave an image of his own by the time he returned at the age of 11. His life isn't one that is worth writing or even worth remembering but each person has his own story to tell and his own inner self to reveal. X too has many such stories. Stories of his dreams, his passions, his likes, his dislikes, his crushes and many more!
This might be your story too. You never know!

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