They say some people are born to fly.
I say:some are born to dream of flight,and never stop trying to build their own wings.
I don’t come from a city of spaceports or a family of scientists.
I come from a middle-class home where dreams are often shelved...
in the name of “realistic futures.”
Where NEET and JEE are dinner table conversations,and dreaming of NASA is treated like a phase.
A sparkle too wild to last.
But mine wasn’t a sparkle.
It was a spark.
And that spark has been growing louder since I was 8.
When others stared at stars and saw tiny dots,I saw questions. I saw gravity. I saw galaxies.And even when no one understood,
I kept looking up.
I’ve walked stages,held trophies, certificates, medals,quiz after quiz, science fair after science fair.
I’ve been called topper, leader, overachiever.
But I’ve also been called “too much,” “too obsessed,” "too unrealistic.”
They didn’t see what I saw..
A map in my head.
A plan in my blood.
A fire in my chest that said:
You were made for more than marks
When I say I want to work at NASA,I don’t say it because it sounds cool.
I say it because I want to build rockets
that carry more than satellites.
I want them to carry hope.
I want to decode black holes,
touch the edge of time,
speak the language of quasars.
I want to build what doesn’t exist yet.
I want to prove that no one is too young, too small, too distant from greatness.
This blog?
The Rocket Diary,isn’t just a blog.
It’s my journey, raw and unfiltered.
My victories, my breakdowns, my sleepless nights before competitions.
It’s for every kid who’s been laughed at for dreaming too far.
It’s for the version of me that once whispered:
“Do I really have what it takes?”
And then answered herself:
Yes. Watch me.”
So, here’s to the spark.
The one that refused to die.
The one that made me reach
beyond textbooks, beyond classrooms,
beyond borders.
I’m 14.
Female.
Indian.
Student. Leader.
Future aerospace engineer.
I am a mission in progress.
And this?
This blog is my countdown!
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