My Journey: Childhood

This is my first story and this is my real life story i will be telling complete story from my child hood to present day

My name is Arun, but I go by Anjana. I come from Udupi, and my family consists of three members: my father, my mother, and me. My father works as a Bank Manager and is also a talented Yakshagana artist. My mother is a dedicated homemaker. Growing up in a family rich in culture, I was introduced to the traditional folk dance form of Yakshagana at a young age.

For those who may not know, Yakshagana is a vibrant and elaborate art form popular in the coastal districts of Karnataka. It uniquely combines dance, music, song, scholarly dialogues, and colorful costumes. My father, passionate about this art, wished for me to learn it as well. Thus, at the age of six, I began my journey in Yakshagana. It quickly became a cherished daily routine for me to practice this beautiful art form after school.

One day, my school organized a fancy dress competition where we had to dress up as freedom fighters. With 60 students in our class, each one chose a different historical figure. By the time it was my turn, only one option was left: Kittur Chennamma, a female freedom fighter.

I went home and told my mother about the competition. She was thrilled and immediately began preparing. She asked me to freshen up, then started draping a saree around me to see how I would look. My mother, being a skilled tailor, took my measurements and stitched a blouse for me. The next day, she made sure everything fit perfectly and taught me some slogans. We rehearsed for two days.

On the day of the competition, my mother woke me up early, made me bathe, and started doing my makeup. She helped me wear the blouse, draped the saree, and styled a wig with a braid. She then took me to school, where everything went smoothly. My friends were amazed, and I ended up winning first place.

This was the first time I dressed as a girl, and it wasn't the last.

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