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                                                                       EPISODE - 1

                       Hello friends, Thank you for landing here. Is there anyone who doesn’t like stories? Or who thinks reading stories are waste of time? Almost, we all love stories and we enjoy our storytimes. That too when comes to an experience of a typical south Indian traditional girl, it has emotions, feeling, culture, fear, respect and much moral value. Do you know Auguste Bartholdi? I guess 9 out of 10 may not know him. Sculptors make the statue. We all remember statues but forget sculptors. He is the sculptor of the Statue of Liberty. Have you changed someone or felt changed by someone? If you can recognize one immediately, then it must definitely be your well-wisher Or your partner. This blog is about myself being a rock-given life, made sculptor, and sculptured my sculptor.


Being a Rock :
                           
                        An average middle-class family girl has a dream of getting a job with a decent package once she completes her Electronics and communication course under graduation from Engineering College. Not even a day without friends in college. Yes. Without  “Akila, Hema, Mani”, my college life would have been intriguing. 


                          Akila is the most brilliant girl in our gang. She supports me in whatever I would like to do. Hema and I have been friends for more than 15 years. When I entered my classroom with mixed feelings of fear and curiosity, I saw her face on the last row that made me smile and I got excited to hug her. Because we both don’t know that, we are going to continue our journey together in the same department, sitting beside each other.



                         Mani is the prettiest one among us. She was admired by many guys from our college but she never minds. She is much caring and bold among us. I learned boldness from her. She stands beside us whenever we felt down. Apart from them, I had a bunch of friends whom I'll introduce then and there in this blog.


A rock fell in hands of a sculptor:

                       
  Oct 17, 2016 

                        When I was in the 3rd year of my graduation, we got a circular. The circular was having an announcement inviting for giving a speech which will be broadcasted on Radio. Since one of my friends “Charu” registered my name for this event without my knowledge. Once I got to know about this, I accepted it as my friends forced. I entered the rehearsal hall as if a villager enters the top-class five-star hotel with nervousness and curiosity. Charu has been the first spark for all that I have today.


                        Since this event is common for all departments, many students from various departments were there. On our second day of rehearsal, Since I was the only girl from my department, I was practicing for speech with guys from my department. Suddenly, A boy with a white shirt and black pants with spectacles called me. And, I heard a bold voice as “Excuse me, What is the time now?”



                        I said as “Four-thirty”. After I replied to his question, I noticed that he already wore a black strap big framed watch. I got confused and asked myself this question, “Why he asked time while he already has his own watch?” Since it was time for rehearsal, we all got busy making our own notes. 


                        On our second day of rehearsal, since we were shortlisted from our day one performance, I was left alone. Since I was practicing alone, many other department students helped me to practice for my speech this had formed a big gang in that hall. While we were practicing intensively, Someone came and sat beside me. Yes, He was the same boy who asked me for a time yesterday. I was completely dumb and stared at him. He approached me voluntarily and helped me with some great points for my speech. At that moment, I felt “He is charming and friendly” but also, I was  confused  as to “why would someone help me voluntarily?”



                        After half day of practicing, we reached lunchtime. Everyone’s tummy has started rumbling. So, we all seated on the benches facing each other. At that time, He introduced himself to everyone as “Lal”. A final year Mechanical Department Student. His full name is “Naveen Lal” I hate that Lal. I would love to call him Naveen. We all shared our lunch with everyone but the boy who was helping me went a step beyond and he suddenly started to bring his hands with food towards me as if to feed me. I just mesmerized Or hypnotized Or whatever but I opened my mouth and got fed as well from his hands like a 6-month-old baby. Yes, I was impressed by his actions and interest in me.


                        Once we finished our lunch, A staff who organized this competition came inside the hall said, “Get ready everyone you all are going to present your speech in front of our radio station judge to check your capability”.


                        So, my lovely people would you like to know “Did we present our speech efficiently? How many participated in the original competition? How did I fall in love with my man?” Please stay tuned. I will share my story soon in upcoming episodes.


                        Thank you for your time in reading this blog. Please kindly share your thoughts and opinions about this blog in the comments section. 


                        Eager to get through your comments. 


                        Thank you! Stay Safe! Stay Happy! Love you all. Bye.

With regards, 
Poorni Thirupathi. 
 






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4 Comments

  1. Awesome!! 😍😍😍
    Eagerly waiting for next part.

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  2. Vera Level 👌😎

    I can't believe is this Ms. Poorni 😍😍Seriously i am getting energetic and very eager to read your next episode with your OSM story 😊😍

    Really Great👏 !!! Keep rocking

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