"Sometimes, the kindest words arrive when you're in self-doubt. These helped me keep going."

Appreciation Logs

A collection of gratitude, reflections, and shared moments from strangers turned friends I've crossed paths with. I'm deeply grateful for each one.
Archived them here, because they meant something.

During my MAD 1 and MAD 2 projects at IIT Madras, I found myself helping over 70 people — not out of obligation, but out of instinct. I offered guidance, support, and lines of code, often without a second thought. Along the way, I not only received thank-you's, but notes of appreciation for the work I poured into my craft — especially the frontend I cared so deeply about. These messages, archived here, are small echoes of those moments. A quiet testament to effort meeting impact.In the silence of creation, I am often my harshest critic. Self-doubt casts long shadows, and imposter syndrome whispers that I don't belong in the spaces I've carved for myself. Yet these messages—these fragments of gratitude—light small candles in that darkness. They remind me, however briefly, that what I create matters; that the hands extended in help leave impressions deeper than I know. They are not just words, but waypoints guiding me back to myself when I've wandered too far into doubt.So I keep them here, not as trophies of validation, but as quiet reminders that even when I question my worth in this craft, others have found value in what I've built and shared. Perhaps that's enough—to know that in moments of uncertainty, there are echoes of certainty from those I've helped along the way.

— Filed under: accidental acts of kindness.