In the bustling city of Jaipur, Ekansh Rathore, the head boy of his school, is admired by everyone for his captivating blend of charisma and kindness. Despite his ambivert tendencies, Ekansh manages to win over hearts effortlessly, his hazel eyes re...
Downstairs, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and toasted bread greeted Ekansh as he entered the dining room. His father, Mr. Vikram Rathore, and mother, Mrs. Priya Rathore, along with his grandparents, were already seated at the table, waiting for him.
"Good morning, Maa, Papa," Ekansh greeted them, hugging his grandmother and exchanging smiles with the rest of the family.
As they ate, Mrs. Rathore noticed the dark circles under Ekansh's eyes. "Ekansh, beta, are you feeling alright? You look tired," she remarked, concern etched in her voice.
Ekansh forced a smile, though the weight of the upcoming competition weighed heavily on his mind. "I'm fine, Maa. Just a bit nervous about the competition, that's all," he replied, trying to brush off his mother's concern.
Mr. Rathore placed a reassuring hand on Ekansh's shoulder. "Don't worry, son. You have been practicing hard, and we are all proud of you. Just give it your best shot," he encouraged, his voice filled with confidence.
Ekansh's sister, Kavya, leaned over and gave him a supportive smile. "You've got this, Ekansh. We believe in you," she said, her words a comforting reassurance amidst his nerves.
Grateful for his family's support, Ekansh nodded, determination flickering in his eyes. "Thank you, everyone. I'll do my best," he promised, feeling a surge of determination coursing through him.
After breakfast, the family bid each other goodbye, with Ekansh heading off to school to meet his friend Dhruv.
As Ekansh made his way to school, his mind buzzed with a mixture of excitement and nerves. The interschool competition was just around the corner, and the pressure to perform well weighed heavily on his shoulders.
Arriving at the school grounds, Ekansh spotted Dhruv waiting for him near the entrance. Dhruv grinned as Ekansh approached his excitement palpable.
"Hey, Ekansh! Ready to rock the competition?" Dhruv exclaimed, clapping Ekansh on the back.
Ekansh returned Dhruv's grin, though his nerves still gnawed at him. "As ready as I'll ever be," he replied, his voice tinged with determination.
Together, they made their way to the music room, where they spent the morning rehearsing their pieces with unwavering focus. Each note, each chord, was meticulously perfected, their passion for music driving them forward.
As the day progressed, Ekansh found himself getting lost in the music, the melodies transporting him to a place of tranquility amidst the chaos of his thoughts. With each strum of his guitar, he felt a sense of calm wash over him, the weight of his worries shortly lifted.
However, as the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, Ekansh's nerves resurfaced vigorously. The competition loomed closer now, its significance weighing heavily on his mind.
Rất tiếc! Hình ảnh này không tuân theo hướng dẫn nội dung. Để tiếp tục đăng tải, vui lòng xóa hoặc tải lên một hình ảnh khác.
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As Ekansh rode his bike home from the gym, the cool evening breeze whipped against his face, offering a welcome respite from the heat of the day. Lost in his thoughts, he navigated the familiar streets with ease, his mind still buzzing with the intensity of his workout.
