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Pin drop silence

The calm before the impending storm

Luck has never been in her favour

Even then her instincts told her to be braver


A deep-throated voice booms out her name

The dreaded moment has come

She hears the echo of her footsteps

As she clutches the mike with sweaty palms

And growing qualms


A hundred pairs of eyes gaze at her

Some intently

Others curiously

With a deep breath

She finally utters her first words

The tension built inside, evaporates

The reluctance to make eye-contact fades


The words seem to flow smoothly

And with certainty

It ends within minutes

Followed by thunderous applause

She walks away with her head held high

Relieved, this too had passed by.