Starting my first radio station felt like stepping into a dream I had carried for years. It began with nothing more than a laptop, a microphone, and a playlist of songs that meant the world to me. At first, I thought the process would be too complicated, reserved for professionals with studios and expensive gear. But little by little, I discovered that the heart of radio is not equipment—it’s the voice and the passion behind it.
When I pressed “broadcast” for the very first time, my hands shook with excitement. I imagined invisible waves leaving my room and reaching strangers somewhere in the world. The first track I played was not just music—it was a declaration that my voice, my taste, and my energy were now out there. A friend tuned in from another city and texted me, “I can hear you!