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Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up..Thats the problem i am trying to solve..

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Thursday, August 16, 2007


The Day-Part 1

Akshara had been waiting for this day...the day she would come out of the small world of high school and step into the real world. The world of college life.hmmm...is that the real world?..yes to her it was "the relatively real world". May be realtivity does rule the world. Though she knew that she had to swim across the ocean that had been unfelt, stand against the odds which had never been against her, she was for it. As in her name, Akshara which means"imperishable" in Sanskrit, she was one of those kinds seasoned to sustain any kind of adversities. With an array of thoughts flashing in her mind, Akshara was looking out through the windows of the train. She was admitted into one of the best colleges in the country to do something that she had always wanted to do- Designing. In her perspective, every aspect of life was an art by itself and she always felt that this notion had enabled her to enjoy every bit of her life. She was more than happy to be distinct from the mass which chose to be either doctors or engineers. "I am not against science, but I like to be with "the art""..Thats what she says when she is targetted with the usual questions like " why didn't you go into medicine? , aren't u interested in science?" and so on. Though she was very very happy about how things have been shaping up so far, sometimes the happiness was clouded by a small yet stinging sadness. Yes, she had to part with her parents and move to a different city. But Akshara tried to overcome those feelings by often thinking about the prospects that lay ahead. The train came to an halt and Akshara woke up with a jolt to realise that it was her station and only a few minutes were left before the train moved on again. In a hurry , she pulled out the suitcases from the cabin, forgetting that they were heavy. Unable to balance herself, she dropped the suitcase down and the things in her suitcase were scattered all over. " What a begining" she murmered to herself and started putting back the things into the suitcase. She could see hundreds of shoes walking past her..but not a single face. Suddenly she saw another hand that was filling in the suitcase. Suprised, she looked up from the floor to see to whom did the "helping hand" belong to. There she saw this guy whose eyes were filled with sympathy for her. " Don't worry!, I'll help you put them back." he said. Akshara was speechless. Something about him had taken her by suprise. "Thanks" she said to hide her bewilderment. " I am Kasih" he said. "I am Akshara" she said. "Ah thats a pretty name!.....Ok lemme put my bags down the platform so that I can help with yours" saying that he got down the train. Here he was back again helping Akshara to get off the train with her luggage. Little did Akshara know that this was "the day" which would rule the fate of her forth coming days...They kept walking down the platform..........


Wait until "The Day-Part 2"

2 Comments:

Blogger Vigneshwar Ramakrishnan said...

hmm...ehh...nice...shud I say a story or an experience?! ;-)

10:52 PM  
Blogger Uma said...

Not to be disclosed this Early Vicky ;)

8:25 AM  

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