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Chapter 2. A Brush

Published on 08.04.2022

| AUTHOR'S POV |

2 years later.

Inaaya was greeted with the sound of claps when she entered the auditorium. She scanned the hall to look for her two friends who said they'd kept a seat for her and were waiting for her. It didn't take her much time or effort to spot them at the rightmost corner in one of the middle rows. Quietly so as not to disturb anyone she walked through the side and reached them. She took her seat and let her herself breathe properly after running errands for the past hour.

"You just missed it. Him specifically." Alisha, the one who was sitting beside her spoke.

Inaaya huffed dejectedly.

"I really tried to get done with everything as soon as possible so I didn't miss on his speech, atleast not the entire speech but.... ," she left the rest of the words hanging and her shoulders drooped.

"We knew you wanted to hear him." Nikita who was sitting to the left of Alisha added sympathetically.

"Shhh." A teacher who'd noticed the three of them chatting glared at them. Inaaya mumbled 'sorry ma'am' and all three looked at the teacher apologetically and averted their attention back to the seminar that was going on.

The seminar went on for another half an hour. Inaaya excused herself when the Principal was thanking the special people who were invited for conducting the seminar and was winding it up as she had to talk to Miss Sandra who was in the backstage.

As she was walking to Miss Sandra from the corner of the first row, a pair of eyes unknown to her fell on her. Unaware of the gaze that were fixed on her for a fleeting moment till she disappeared in the backstage, she went on to talk and inform Miss Sandra about the preparations.

~

Inaaya, Alisha and Nikita were sitting in the cafeteria eating sandwiches.

"He did his MBA in Cambridge, from the same university you want to enroll in." Alisha stated.

"I guess I know that and that's why I was so eager to listen to him." Inaaya said as a matter of fact.

Alisha rolled her eyes at that. "And we know that you know. What I don't get is how are you so chilled about missing it when you couldn't stop raving about how excited you were to listen to the speaker the moment you came to know that it was someone from the Cambridge University."

"You're exaggerating." Inaaya shook her head in dismissal. "And anyways I'm not going to sulk over something as trivial as this."

"It wasn't trivial," Alisha spoke up immediately in defense. "He actually said some really good motivating stuffs."

Inaaya chuckled. "It's all the same at the end of the day come-on." She tilted her head to a side and looked at Alisha amusingly. "He must have spoken up about how he worked hard, shared some impactful incidents from his life, told how important self-belief, confidence and other traits are, how we must never give up on our dreams or something. We find it inspiring for sometime or at the most few days and then we're back to square one. You don't get motivated until you're yourself motivated and that kind of feeling comes from within; when you decide to be stubborn and firm, when you know that you not only want something but also need it and I'm pretty sure I've that drive."