I Am The Story!

A baby girl with black appealing eyes is a treat to the family. They caressed her, loved her and dreamt of marrying her off. She is beautiful they say, not really, because they were just flattering. Her hands dreamt of driving a plane, her legs dreamt of becoming a runner, but for her fortune or misfortune both of them didn't really 'look capable.' She came right into this earth with a fervour of living. Not just living for the name sake but actually for living. Oh God, I forgot to introduce her, she is Vidya, myself an arrogant for others The Firebrand for my self. I love doing mischiefs and my father supports me through out. I love to go to school. I love making friends in number. I happily go to school every day, made some friends, of which Sandra was my best.

Sandra used to cry in school and her mum gifts her toffee, her memories are so valuable as she helped me almost in all my stuff. My alma mater was quite beautiful with mango trees where she throw stones on them. Life goes on as normal for a differently-abled child. I always believe in myself, tried the best to make myself happy. It's true that the external aura, not the invisible but the visible can break you just by throwing down sympathy on your faces. I always grew up as a normal kid in my home, my bear me with almost everything in the kitchen, my teacher beats with the cain. But as I say, everyone around you will not make you feel the good or average. That is where I just derived that every in this world is different and unique in its own way. Thanks to them. I danced in the most ugly way, they say, I cannot play they say, I never gave them the horning answer. My parents wanted to make their notorious female kid to a calm young girl.

So they took me, no forced me to join music classes. That sir used to throw me with his keys, oh poor I was, then I was taken to other music class where I got a base along with some heating words. Somewhere between the turmoils I started to love the form of music I learn. I decided to change my Guru, I straight away went to another Sir. People told no Vidya, he'll beat you, but o didn't bother to hear. The day I entered was a Vijayadashami "Saraswati Pooja" day. Full of pleasant sa ri ga ma PA's floating through the air.

Exactly among them, a beautiful, masculine and humane voice asked me to sing 'Mole' dear. I started to sing, I have to confess I thought I knew everything then but for my amusement, I felt very small in front of his sea of knowledge. I respect him like the sea who opens her hand for the Sun, like the sky which changes for the clouds. He is my real hero after my dad. My dad taught me how to live and he taught me that I can't live without music. My father is my everything, he is my model, plus, strength, and even the weakness. My mother, she is a gem a person who loves me more than any one could think of loving me. I know she fails to express, even I sometimes but she has always encouraged to sing. If I am loving music this much that is because of her, the rhythm of her motherhood and the song of her uterus.

My guru, he made me a good listener both the music and the advice. He taught me to tolerate and let go the hatred. He never showed me sympathy, he just loved me as a disciple and as her own daughter. The classes, his words has always framed me in a positive way. He gave me music when I was in the woe of my imperfections. I gained all this after self-evolving. As a 9-year-old, I was extremely curious for answering a question, I started to wave my hands up in the air, she stared at me and said put your nasty hands down.

Which made me completely depressed, I ran away from the class, cried and sat down near to my trees. They gave me strength, they were and are my friends, the pure listeners of my woes, regrets, guilts and even poor jokes. It took me 2 years to behave the same way as a talkative. You know these 2 years will never come back again because I have my weapon music, art and trees, they will never let down my hands. As they should be tight I was selected for sharing my story of self-introspection to 250 crowd, where I became "you are the story". I know I am successful because I embraced my imperfections and flawed arts, they precious, believe me, miles to travel along with them. I love them to the infinity. Those big black eyes are burning in passion!

That will, that will and always! To all the wonderful people who read you are worthy, you are beautiful, from this grateful creation of God!

Edition of a little story

Not to impress only to express!