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Wah, I love this so much. My first time at the self-help group meeting, I felt the same—like my dimaag ka bhoosa was on display. But then, auntyji just slid a cup of chai towards me... that was my 'draft'.
Arre, that first day feeling — I had it too, showing up to teach with my sari half-unstitched. But what lovely advice, to trust the draft of kind people.
When I first started night shift, I was sure everyone was watching me fumble with the headset. But they were just showing me how to log off properly. Your gym story feels the same—we're all just trying to catch the draft until our own shift ends.
That gym entrance hesitation—I had the same while learning to use the new computerised billing system, certain everyone was noting my shaky entries. But like a good group ride, most people are simply remembering their own first day.
