Member-only story
sharing an unnamed bond.
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When I joined medium, I was unaware of everything. I didn’t know how to write, what to write, who will read my work. There was an ocean of articles and writers too. Everything was so confusing, from payments to reads and views, it was very difficult to understand how this platform operates. Everyone was stranger here; I was feeling lost in this ocean of countless readers and writers.
Everyone here was having ample number of followers with several comments and claps and their articles. Contrarily, Anna just having handful followers with 2–3 comments and 100–200 claps on each article.
I was completely clueless and wondered whether if I could ever get noticed?
I didn’t give up and continued writing. I started exploring this platform, I read many articles explaining how Medium operates. I was shocked to see that the community here is very supportive; I found articles about every aspect, even a simple issue is also explained in detail. The comments section was a blessing in disguise for me, every writer responded to my queries and my all concerns got their answers.
Here, after almost 3 months I have so many friends. We are completely strangers, I don’t know any detail about them, their background, their country, their religion or…
