A Self-Taught Knight!

A Self-Taught Knight!

Chess has been a constant companion in my life ever since my dad introduced me to the game at the age of 15. Unlike most, I didn't have a formal coach or lessons. Instead, I embarked on a journey of self-discovery, diving headfirst into the world of black and white squares.

Chess has been a constant companion in my life ever since my dad introduced me to the game at the age of 15. Unlike most, I didn't have a formal coach or lessons. Instead, I embarked on a journey of self-discovery, diving headfirst into the world of black and white squares.

A Self-Taught Knight!

A Self-Taught Knight!

Chess has been a constant companion in my life ever since my dad introduced me to the game at the age of 15. Unlike most, I didn't have a formal coach or lessons. Instead, I embarked on a journey of self-discovery, diving headfirst into the world of black and white squares.

Chess has been a constant companion in my life ever since my dad introduced me to the game at the age of 15. Unlike most, I didn't have a formal coach or lessons. Instead, I embarked on a journey of self-discovery, diving headfirst into the world of black and white squares.

A Self-Taught Knight Forged in Coffee Shops

A Self-Taught Knight Forged in Coffee Shops

A Self-Taught Knight Forged in Coffee Shops

From Pawn to King!

From Pawn to King!

From Pawn to King!

Forget dusty libraries and structured lessons – my chess journey began at 15, fueled by the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the quiet hum of conversation in local cafes. My dad, my first opponent and mentor, ignited the spark, but my true teachers were the seasoned players who dueled it out on worn chessboards across the city.

Forget dusty libraries and structured lessons – my chess journey began at 15, fueled by the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the quiet hum of conversation in local cafes. My dad, my first opponent and mentor, ignited the spark, but my true teachers were the seasoned players who dueled it out on worn chessboards across the city.

Forget dusty libraries and structured lessons – my chess journey began at 15, fueled by the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the quiet hum of conversation in local cafes. My dad, my first opponent and mentor, ignited the spark, but my true teachers were the seasoned players who dueled it out on worn chessboards across the city.

Learning from the Legends!

Learning from the Legends!

Learning from the Legends!

The Thrill of the Hunt

The University of Coffee shop!

The University of Coffee shop!

These cafes became my university of chess. Each player, a professor with a unique style. There was the aggressive maestro, the patient strategist, and the occasional "gambler" who thrived on calculated risks. Every game revealed a new facet of the game – the art of sacrifice, the power of positional play, the beauty of a well-timed fork.

These cafes became my university of chess. Each player, a professor with a unique style. There was the aggressive maestro, the patient strategist, and the occasional "gambler" who thrived on calculated risks. Every game revealed a new facet of the game – the art of sacrifice, the power of positional play, the beauty of a well-timed fork.

From Humble Observer to Formidable Opponent

To be continued ..

To be continued ..

To be continued ..