It was a bright Sunday morning. Naina was lying in her bed, reliving the memories of yesterday when she was showered with praises and accolades. The deafening sound of applause was still ringing in her ears. What else a sitar player can ask for, especially when you are still in school?
“Why are you still in bed? Did you finish your homework?” Naina’s mother broke her reverie. “Umm… Yes, ma. I finished it before the concert.” Naina responded. Her mother sighed and carried on with her chores.
Naina’s elder brother, Ravi, walked into her room. “You were awesome yesterday! I am sure one day you will become a famous sitar player and the whole world will know your name,” his chest swelled with pride.
“I am not sure about that,” Naina muttered. “Mom wants me to focus on my studies. Exams are near too. I hardly get time to practice and what you are saying will require a lot of practice.”
“You can find time for both. Don’t worry. You will get there one day,” said Ravi with assurance and affection in his eyes. He reminisced the days when he had to give up his dream of becoming a dancer after their father’s untimely death. Although he recently started working at a BPO, he could never forget about the several competitions he won at school.
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