{"id":1004,"date":"2023-09-17T09:05:19","date_gmt":"2023-09-17T09:05:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/?p=1004"},"modified":"2023-09-17T09:07:05","modified_gmt":"2023-09-17T09:07:05","slug":"elevated","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/elevated\/","title":{"rendered":"Elevated"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Ever had a thought or an assumption about something you dread, and dazzlingly, it gets fulfilled? Well, I just happened to go through that phase\u2026<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019m telling you it’s pure satisfaction. My level of gaiety (happiness) was as high as a kite. In psychological terms (not trying to flex the fact that I study psychology) my sublime beatitude was on… Processing it took me 10,000 light years, and acquiring it was another task, pretty inconceivable. I would show a great sense of obligation to my supporters, as they were a beam of encouragement. It feels like political talk, lol…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My bad, I let the actual objective slide\u2026 my piece led me off to a good start, perhaps an amazing start.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On July 28, I happened to get selected in the semis, right as rain… thus the work was sent to South Korea to go through the 2nd level of assessment. Quite something, I would have never imagined. A work of mine, done with love, joy and an equal amount of weeping, as well as some irksome moments, had been shipped to S.Korea, for an untold competition, I never thought existed, until my dad exhibited the contest. Puzzling words, am I right? It was nerve-wracking and exciting at the same time. Besides, there were about 300 participants from which 25 were selected, something as scarce as a hen’s teeth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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However, my faith in the lord stayed sturdy enough to bring the Jericho wall down. I slammed every contrary thought, securing myself in his hands. I knew His will and plans were abundant.<\/p><\/blockquote><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Following that week, I got to know that I won 2nd from India, determined after the 2nd round of selection. Pretty amazing, isn\u2019t it? Tbh, the words in my mind then weren\u2019t similar, they were the antonyms of processable, imaginable, or possible. There were also trials and errors, followed by some \u201cno way\u201d vibes passed on to me. But it was either a careful or careless situation. I did stammer on the phase of creating amazingness, even if I had to halt some of the negative air.\u00a0 Yet, I was aware that all this was God’s work. Moreover, I was new to good wishes, compliments, celebrations and the world of felicitations. They didn\u2019t flatter me in any way. But, I believe it is important to glorify God through our talents, and honour comes with it, as an offering to the Lord… thus, I was pleased and will still be to bring tribute to his name.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Later that day, I had a weird feeling, a feeling I don’t recall much, unlike any other feeling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMy thoughts were embedded in the bed of wonder, moreover, in its rights.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Low-key, I felt a bit off that day, not to mention my results were coming up, and my attendance was on the borderline (nothing new, but still\u2026). I assembled all my emotions, and laid it still, reassuring my captivated feelings on the line.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A series of fortunate events were perceived in my sight\u2026 quite intrigued.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I flaunted my winning prize, it’s nothing ordinary, might I add, purely like gold dust. I wouldn\u2019t last a day without reflecting on it\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ain\u2019t it captivating? I had no words, credit to my saviour and his awesomeness, I wouldn\u2019t care to sign up for this if it wasn\u2019t for him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Never knew I would say this, but here goes something\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Can\u2019t wait any longer, I\u2019mma fill in the lure prize.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019ve wandered this city long enough, (besides, I did a whole portfolio about it) it is time to take things to the next level, like leaving for South Korea\u2026<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

About the author<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Hannah is a Grade 11 student at APL Global School, Thoraipakkam, Chennai. An artist, writer, and a photographer. Passionate about music, and gets along with any sports. Hobbies such as journal writing, and trying unique mediums of art interest her. She won an art competition conducted by K-Art International Juvenile Art Competition held at Busan, South Korea between the 3rd and 10th August 2023. The competition was presented by K-Art, Korea in partnership with InKo Centre, India and several other partners. There were 28 Indian school-going teenagers from India and an equal number from South Korea and Japan. Semi-finalists from all these countries were shortlisted and finals were held at Busan, South Korea. She won gold among the Indian participants, not only for participating but also for exchanging ideas, visiting places, sharing their culture and experiencing close connection with Indian culture. K-Art International Exchange Association chairperson Ms Suk Heo gave away the award.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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