Hey everyone

It is a story when I was in 1st or 2nd standard in kendriya vidyalaya school Jamnagar, gujrat. As my father was in army that time so we were posted there. My school was not so far from my army quater so my mummy use to drop me to the school.

Most of my school teachers used to know me because of my drawing.. Actually its my favourite hobby and still it is. Befor that let me show u some of my sketches and drawings..

So one day there was a drawing competition organised by our school and I was unaware of that.. I wanted to participate but I didn't have any sheets, colours so I went to the class room. 

They my drawing teacher called me and told me to participate as I was good in drawing. So I told her I don't have any materials then she provided me the sheets and colour. But the biggest question was now what would I draw? For me it was a random competition. I have no idea that time what to draw. 

Then I saw around me everyone was drawing. Some were drawing cartoons, fruits, sceneries then I saw in front of me there was a ganpatis picture hanging on wall. So I decided to draw that picture and I started drawing. The reason for drawing Ganpati bappas pictures was he is my favourite god. But my teacher suggested me to draw something easier. She thought that it was too hard for me to draw that. And in half an hour I completed my drawing and it was exactly same as it was in that photo. My teachers were very impressed by me.

Then they told the participants to stand in lines for few minutes for the final result. I was looking here and there and suddenly I heard my name. It was unbelievable for me so again I started looking around. I thought why would I get the prize there might be someone else with the same name. But it was me only. My teacher told me to go upon the stage and collect the prize. I received the first prize in which I got certificate and one geometry box. 

I was so happy that day. I told my parents after coming back from school that I got the first prize. Now here comes the worst part. 

Next day I took that box and went to the school. Whole day I kept that box very safely and then the last period was over I packed my bag and the bell rang. So everybody started running in corridor and I was one of them. I guess I haven't packed my bag properly or something that while running my all books , notebooks fell down. Then I collected them and putted in my bag again and saw that there was no box in my bag so I started searching and one boy told me that  one boy has taken your box and ran away so I asked him how do u know so he told me he was in his class and it was his last day in school as his father got posting. 

I literally cried…