Daily writing prompt

What could you try for the first time?

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Hello dear friends,

I hope this blog finds you in a cheerful and curious mood! Today’s writing prompt—“What could you try for the first time?”—immediately sparked my imagination.

It’s a question that invites us to step beyond the familiar borders of routine and comfort.

Life, after all, is not meant to be lived in repetition; it’s meant to be experienced in all its colors, its vastness, and its endless possibilities.

When was the last time you did something for the first time? That simple act—tasting the unknown, learning something new, or embracing a challenge—can completely change the rhythm of your existence.

“Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.” – Neale Donald Walsch

Because every beginning holds a spark of wonder.

There’s something truly enchanting about beginnings.
I still remember my first bicycle ride, my first job interview, my first love, and countless other “firsts” that shaped who I am today.

Each carried a unique mix of excitement and nervousness. That trembling edge—where fear meets curiosity—is where life truly begins.

Trying something new doesn’t always have to be grand or life-changing. Sometimes, it’s the simplest experiences that leave the deepest marks.

One of my favorite memories takes me back to my childhood—days that still bring a warm smile to my face.

Life back then was simple and pure. There were no backpacks weighing us down, no online classes to stress over, and no gadgets to distract us.

We played freely, laughed often, and learned naturally. Relationships were genuine, unfiltered by screens or social media. We were just a bunch of half-pant-wearing kids chasing joy in its purest form.

One particular day stands out as a shining “first.”

It was a lazy Sunday morning when a guest at my home gave me a few rupees as a blessing. For a child, that was no less than winning a lottery!

My friends and I—our little “mischief gang”—decided to celebrate by going to the market for some hot, crispy jalebis (sweet dish).
The moment we tasted those golden spirals dripping with syrup, it felt like heaven melting on our tongues.

As we were returning home, something caught our eyes—a small cycle repair shop that also rented out old bicycles to children like us.

We stopped instantly, our hearts racing with excitement. The shopkeeper, amused by our enthusiasm, agreed to rent one for an hour. We pooled our leftover coins and made the deal.

We decided that each of us would take turns riding it. The first friend went wobbling down the road but returned triumphantly. The second one managed well, too. Then came my turn.

I mounted the cycle nervously, my hands trembling as I held the handlebar. The first few meters felt magical—the thrill of motion, the wind brushing past, the feeling of freedom. But before I could fully enjoy it, adventure struck!

As I turned a narrow corner, I saw a laborer carrying a heavy sack on his head. I tried ringing the bell, but it was broken. I panicked, lost control, and bang!—the cycle hit him from behind.

The sack fell, the man stumbled, and my heart nearly stopped. Without waiting to face his anger, I pedaled as fast as I could and vanished from the scene.

When I reached my friends, breathless and guilty, I didn’t say a word. We quietly continued our cycling turns as if nothing had happened.

That was a sense of humor 😂😂

My friend Shyamlal was next. Cheerful and unaware of what I had done, he rode off in the same direction.

Fate, however, had a sense of humor that day. The laborer, still cleaning his clothes by a nearby hand pump, spotted Shyamlal and—mistaking him for me—grabbed him in fury.

The poor fellow had no idea why he was being scolded and even slapped! After a brief struggle, he escaped and came running back to us, crying and confused.

I wanted to tell him the truth but couldn’t. Fear sealed my lips. So, I carried that secret for years.

Even now, whenever the memory resurfaces, I can’t help but laugh at the innocence, the fear, and the sheer madness of it all. It was my very first cycling experience—messy, funny, and unforgettable.

That incident taught me an important lesson: our “first times” don’t need to be perfect to be meaningful.

Whether it’s learning to ride a cycle, speaking a new language, cooking a new dish, or even trying to make peace with our fears—each first experience is a tiny leap of courage.

Life is full of opportunities waiting for us to say yes.

So, what could you try for the first time? Perhaps it’s painting a picture, learning a musical instrument, starting a garden, or simply striking up a conversation with someone new.

The beauty lies not in perfection, but in participation—in allowing yourself to begin.

Every first attempt brings its share of uncertainty, but it also brings discovery. It reminds us that we are still capable of wonder, still curious, still alive.

So, the next time life offers you a new experience, take it. Don’t wait to be ready—just begin. Because one day, you’ll look back and smile, realizing that your “first times” were not just moments of learning, but milestones of living.

✨ To live fully is to keep trying something for the first time.😂😂
– Vijay Verma
 www.retiredkalam.com

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