Imagination weaver

Looking back I can’t believe this is where it started!  Thank you to that one person who has encouraged me to bring this up infront of the whole audience this is not about some melancholic story plot or ekta Kapoor’s dramatic script lines this is about the girl who has not had moments of laughter in long run.Hi I’m Ramya let’s dive deep into the world of storytelling from my perspective

It was regular summer day as fashion designing student ,I was rushing to my class trim project in my one hand and bag full of L scale , fabric, cutting scissors, french curve on the other hand. We had exam of garment construction and I was very bad in it as I was precisely into only fashion writing I was never a girl who does an applique work or any stitching or weaving works I was feeling underprepared as someone who just switched fields trying to adjust in new course. In the exam hall I was feeling numb sweating bad heartbeat faster and faster body started to shiver and I FROZE  I could not do anything I forgot the measurements the steps the strategy to cut and stitch the fabric (I was told to make a kids wear skirt) even after practices demos what stones did I leave unturned that led me to who I was becoming a helpless  coy and diabolical soul who could not meet her teacher’s expectations? I cried a lot tears rolled down my cheek I was not even stopping I already knew with no practical applicability my writting skills are waste. On that day we had communication class we were given an assignment that required crisp writting skills i submitted it ..the presentation of my work was not appealing it had faults I was given very awfully demeaning remarks   and I stopped feeling lot of things after that I lost confidence, charm and energy. I felt shame to confront my teacher. Then she asked me to meet her and ofcourse I went to see her and told her how I felt about it. She said “you have not let me down beta!! Just because you are not comprehending well one subject doesn’t mean you are not good in any other subject.Your potential and your skills are your power never underestimate yourself such a good writer you are , keep growing more in your domain ,about stitching you just have to give little bit of your time and efforts we are always there to help you”. I went out , and in class my friends…they knew what was up with me to distract me they would make crankiest jokes with  miserable humor which would not work anywhere else except if for me. They would get me food share me their playlists it did calm me a bit  I started to cope with things.

One day we had videoshoot also a monologue competition I wrote my own script my topic was “RED” and I acted like it’s my loving girl era cum serial killer story starting and ending with a fresh rose the teacher who gave negative remarks was the one complimenting me the most and yes the videoshoot was about my academic journey in the video  I talked and talked my heart out it reached to the main Branch of JD institute mumbai everyone complimented me I realised  told myself yayy!! my super power is activated.On the day of exam I analysed the area to cut and stitch fabric and it did click me a little..I just did the silhouette work perfectly with no mistake and it  overwhelmed me so much it got me smiling and crying at the same time I passed all my subjects with no remarks.

On the evening of farewell party I gave a speech thanking each and everyone it was the last time I actually saw my teacher smiling  from a distant. I logged off went out  looked up the sky  wondering if this is the end or beginning of a new journey?