The Call
A weekend night, half past ten, and a phone call that wasn't planned to mean anything. One of us at IIIT, the other at SRM, both quietly worn out from chasing the same DSA sheets and the same 9-to-5 dream everyone around us seemed to want without ever asking why. We weren't pitching each other an idea. We were just two people admitting we wanted to build with what we actually knew, not what a resume expected from us.
By the time we hung up, there was no business plan on the table, no funding lined up, no mentor guiding the next step. There was only a decision. We agreed to stop preparing for a future someone else had already written for us, and to start shaping one ourselves, even without knowing exactly where it would lead.