Alka's Birthday note to Herself

 "I won’t give up. Especially today, as I step into another year of my life, I reflect on the journey so far. It hasn't been easy—nothing worthwhile ever is. Yet, every challenge has taught me resilience and strength. I’ve come this far, and I’m determined to keep moving forward. But I know I can’t do it alone. Friends, I ask for your support, for it’s your presence that lightens the burden. Together, we can make it through life’s ups and downs. Thank you for standing by me as I continue this journey of growth and self-discovery."

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