Write about your first computer.
I never had a computer growing up.
No bulky monitor in the corner of the room, no keyboard clicks, no late-night curiosity glowing on a screen.
What I had instead was distance.
Distance from technology, from access, and from the quiet belief that computers were meant for other people.
My first laptop came much later during my fashion designing days.
Not in childhood, not out of curiosity, but out of need, courage, and a growing dream.
And oh, it was beautiful.
A touchscreen.
Smooth.
Shiny.
Mine.😍
The kind of happiness you don’t post about immediately
because you’re too busy opening and closing it like,
“Yes… it’s still mine.”😍
By the time it arrived, the world had already moved fast.
People spoke in shortcuts, updates, and “it’s so easy.”
I smiled, nodded… and secretly Googled, “What is Ctrl+C?”😎
But maybe that delay was a blessing.🙏🏻
This laptop wasn’t about games or fun experiments.
It became my creative partner helping me design, learn, fail, retry, and grow.
Every file saved felt like a small win.
Every new skill learned felt earned
sometimes after asking Google the same question three times.
I didn’t grow up with a computer.
I grew into one.
And sometimes, starting late doesn’t mean starting behind.
It just means you start with intention, clarity,
and a browser permanently open for help 😄
—Rajeshwari 💕🧿
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