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People often discover their hobbies in simple, everyday moments, but for me, it happened when I least expected it. For most of my early school years, I was quiet, introverted, and someone who avoided trying anything new. Performing, exploring, or even expressing myself openly wasn’t something I was very comfortable with. I lived inside my own bubble until one surprising moment changed everything.

It began on a normal afternoon when I was scrolling through Nepali pop songs. I wasn’t searching for anything in particular, just tried exploring some songs. That was when I stumbled upon a band named Karma Band. As I listened, the music caught my attention, not because it was new, but because it felt familiar. With a little curiosity, I looked into the band and found out that the guitarist was actually a teacher who had taught me in school. I had never talked to him, yet hearing his music suddenly created a strange connection. It felt inspiring, and for the first time, I found something interesting and passionate about.

That thought stayed with me. During Class 10, I asked my parents if they could buy me a guitar. They agreed, and soon enough, I was holding my first instrument. Just having it made me excited, but I couldn’t fully dive into learning because of exam pressure. As a close friend of mine who was also interested in listening to old songs like me. We practised those songs, and it sounded fun, so we started doing it quite often, as we were a part of the school hostel and we had a lot of free time.

After class 10, everything changed. With fewer restrictions and more time, I started exploring different types of music. I was especially attracted to rock; its energy, intensity, and emotional depth pulled me in completely. This new interest pushed me to buy my first electric guitar along with the equipment I needed. Exploring through different songs taught me that the taste in music can change according to your mood. As some songs may feel boring on a normal day, yet the same song can strike your heart like a storm when you’re heartbroken, bringing out emotions you didn’t even know you were holding in.

I began practising regularly, sometimes struggling with chords, sometimes playing the same riff repeatedly until it sounded right. There were days when my fingers hurt and days when I made no progress at all. But there were also moments of pure joy, like when I played my first full song or learned a technique I once thought was impossible. Every small improvement felt like a victory. The best thing about learning any instrument is that you can practice playing your favourite riffs and enjoy them. Playing riffs from the band Tribal Rain kept me motivated because I was finally getting the notes right, and the sound felt peaceful.

Slowly, the guitar did more than teach me music. It taught me patience, consistency, and the value of showing up every day. Most importantly, it helped me overcome my introverted shell. The shy version of me who once avoided attention was replaced by someone who wasn’t afraid to try new things. Music gave me confidence, not just to perform but to express myself freely.

Even today, I continue learning, practising, and exploring new styles. What started as a random moment on a lazy afternoon has grown into a passion that feels deeply personal and meaningful. Playing guitar has become a part of my identity, something that brings me peace and excitement at the same time.

In the end, this journey taught me one important lesson: sometimes, the smallest spark can lead to the brightest flame. A simple curiosity can grow into a lifelong passion if we give it a chance. Music did that for me; it shaped my personality, boosted my confidence, and gave me a sense of accomplishment that I will always carry with me.