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Bangalore, India
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Youth Entrepreneur Lead
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Out of Night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I think whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody but unbowed
Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the horror of the shades, and yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how straight the gate, How changed with punishment the scroll. I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.