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আমি neverভাবলাম, my life wins or losses-এরওপরে measuredহবে—যতক্ষণ I wrote my first poem in three lines of JavaScript. 2 AM। Apartment-এর neon glow Harlem-এর streetlight-এরমতো। Console blinked: ‘undefined’.

I didn’t fix it. I rewrote it.

‘const silence = () => { return “stillness”; }’

That line? That was my elegy.

My father, a jazz musician at Apollo, told me: ‘Son, real control isn’t about speed—it’s about breath.’ Back then, I thought he meant music.

Now I know—he meant code.

At my startup, we optimized game engines for scalability. But at night? I debugged loneliness.

React components became stanzas. Node.js routes turned into syncopated rhythms. WebGL rendered not just graphics—but grief, grace, and the quiet between pixels.

I stopped chasing bonuses.

I started honoring the silence between errors.

You don’t win by betting on RNG—you win by choosing when to stop.

The algorithm doesn’t care if you’re rich.

But you? You matter when you write your own poem—even if no one reads it.