One day at the school auditorium, I was serving refreshments to everyone there for the play auditions, not sure why I went on that stage or what lines I was supposed to memorize. When my turn came to perform, I enacted a scene from a famous action film telling all the rules of the fight club. However, later I came to know that the actual audition was for a romantic comedy play. Everyone looked stunned; some were even laughing with amused joy. I could not care less, I was just deep in my natural flow, performing. Every second I stood on that stage, I felt alive. It was a fragrance of freshness, I was no longer merely a background character in the story of my own life. Obviously, I did not get the part, but I could gauge appreciation in the applause and connection with the audience. I wasn't sad about being rejected that day, the happiness I felt by doing what I wanted was my real reward. I experienced bittersweetness and realized that the taste of failure and rejection sometimes tastes sweeter. How brave and unique it was to be a misfit and stand out from the crowd by being who I was. I could now relate more wisely and emotionally with the journey of my grandparents, who had broken the cage of bondage and courageously left their remote village in Bihar more than sixty-five years back, precisely for the pursuit of happiness and a dream to achieve a better, secure life where they can live with human dignity. They started a legacy that gave me the opportunity to have the ambition to make their stories heard. Listening to epic stories before bed perhaps sowed the seeds in my young heart, the love for storytelling, but the stories about my ancestors, their struggles, their dreams, and aspirations to ensure a dignified life for the next generation inspired me to give my voice to countless such unheard stories.  I aspire to touch the lives of individuals and connect the conscience of humanity by narrating authentic stories that may work as a catalyst for a more harmonious and equitable world.