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Lost in Steps, Found in Memories”

 Arts Day and College Day were on the 8th and 9th—and oh, what a ride! It was my second Arts Day in our college, but trust me, the feels were just as fresh as the first.


Last year, we were the baby batch. The juniormost. And our seniors—Atreya batch—it was their last Arts Day. They had the whole vibe in their hands! They made sure even the shyest of us participated in something. I still don’t know how I ended up doing English versification, western solo singing, group dance, and drawing—like, who was she?? I even got prizes. Surprise, surprise—I could sing (kinda) and dance (with minor oops moments). We practiced for days in the portico. I still remember the steps and how patiently our seniors taught us.


And oh—fancy dress. Yep. The most junior batch has to suffer—I mean shine—in it. I was supposed to play 'It' (don’t ask), and the trauma... I mean, memories… still live on. Some people even still remember it. Sigh.


Fast forward to this year. We returned to college just a few days before Arts Day, so most of us couldn’t prep much. Only a couple of us performed. But somehow, I ended up in the dance team again. This time, led by a chechi (senior) who always wins in Arts Day dance competitions. Pressure much?


We had just two evenings to practice. TWO. And guess what? I couldn’t figure out my positions, got overwhelmed, and cried. Yup. Classic. My group mates were sweet though—they said, “It’s okay, don’t stress, you got this.” I was literally praying, “God, just help me remember my steps.”


And HE DID.


Because guess what?


We won FIRST PRIZE.


Yep. That’s not even the best part—we won the overall cup too. YAAAY.

And then came the band. From 6:45 to 9 PM, we were dancing, jumping, yelling lyrics we didn’t even know. Pure joy. My legs were dead, but my heart was full.


Looking back, I didn’t have to stress that much.

I even thought of quitting.

But that’s the thing—overthinking makes our easy life unnecessarily complicated.



 Don’t let fear or doubt stop you from showing up. You may mess up a few steps, cry a little, or even feel lost. But just hang in there. Sometimes, the best memories come from the moments you almost gave up.


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