Here I Stand Before You



The time came, I got up and walked towards the podium. My heart is pounding like a horse in a race. My chest felt tight under the weight of anxiousness, making me uneasy. My legs have lost their feeling, it feels like I am floating instead of walking. It was a strange sensation.

Before you I stand. Set the mike to my height, the first thought written on my clean mind. It is time to start my speech. My mind is clueless, crowded with countless self-doubts. Still, pushing them aside, I start speaking. The words seemed messed up, just like how it was in the movie ‘Tare Zameen Par’. 


Ohh…no I said it wrong!! But my mind urged me not to stop and to go on with the same confidence. Am I going very fast? Is my voice very low? Or is it too loud? Questions fire across my mind. I tried my best to put on a smile, I don't know whether it really came out like a smile. I reached the end of my speech. “Thank you”. 

My speech was over, seeing the smile and the strength of applause I let out a long, relieved breath. I stepped down from the stage and walked back to my seat. The compliments I received afterwards made me feel satisfied—happy. Seems like no matter how nervous and doubtful I was, I delivered what I wanted to reach everyone. Every time this experience makes my belief firm that no matter how nervous one is, as long as they keep it to themselves and overshadow it with self-belief one can do wonders.

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