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Mrs. Rachala Mam was my principal in class 8th, I lost my south zone match and she started to convince my parents to stop my shooting. My father always knew the space of my weapon in my heart it is never endless till my last. Respected mam called my parents and she decided to close the chapter called “SHOOTING ” from my life. As it was my 9th and 10th close my mom and dad respected their words and kindly followed them. But know it was my turn, Know I was the girl left with broken dreams and fellowship with my senior weapon. 

I was totally disappointed and broken from deep inside with my incomplete dreams. I did not go against my parents I just thought to obey their orders and I  started moving forward, As I lead a life of sportsperson I came across that something definitely will change the time going, this statement did not take a long time to come in my present I had a new character in my life in simple words “ Pied Piper ” of my life “ Mr. Nitin Halli” He was my maths sir in class 7,8,9. He was all known about my past and in class 8 I joined his tuition classes. He taught me “ Mathematics may not teach us how to add happiness or how to minus sadness but it does teach an important thing that every problem has a solution”.

These words bought back a sports person inside me. Even though he motivated me a lot but then still somewhere inside I was incomplete and desperately waiting for my rifle, gloves, pallets, diary, target, schedule, and that strict eyesight of my coach. I was being very unhealthy and inactive these days but I did not spend a single day without listening to the voice of the shot. That voice motivated me and always brought more close than the previous one. In my exams of std 9th suddenly Indians started facing with covid. All the exams of that year were canceled and PM announced a strict lockdown everywhere.

I started with my new syllabus that is class 10th. My uncle “ Mr. Prasad Joshi ” helped me in those days a lot ."8th April " Again it was a twist in the game of my life, I lost my closest Friend, Philosopher, Guider the person who always taught me that “ No one can play your role better than u ”. “ Mr. Nitin Halli Sir ”. Again  I was brought down by my destiny. This time I was not ready to get up again and move forward but my inner soul was not ready to accept the failure. So I once again tried to convince my parents of my broken dream and now it was my turn by God's grace they permitted me to go ahead after 10th std. 

After few weeks it was declared that there will be no 10th exams due to covid 19. And my mind and heart started running at the same speed in the direction of 10 m Air Rifle Range. My mom and Dad once again took me to my dream which was left incomplete. I felt very blessed that day when I handed my rifle once again after 2 years. This time my coach played a vital role in my game ." A Coach Will Impact More Young People In A Year Than A Average Person Does In A Lifetime". And now I am back with my dream of the Olympics with full enthusiasm and energy inside me.

From this experience, I learned that “ Sometimes it's very hard to move on, but once you move on, you will realize it was the best decision you have ever took .”