Why do we always anticipate coldness or trickery from our fellow human beings? Is that the extent to which our faiths have been shattered? Why do we perceive that we would be confronted with a cold relentless wall if bared our emotions?
It was March 24, 2021. A day before the deadline of the application of my scholarship. The year had gone in a series of lockdowns. I hadn't taken the scholarship seriously, for the thought of submitting proofs of my co-curricular activities for a year that had been marked with inactivity filled me with despair. All I needed was a financial crisis and promise for a global education to jolt me into action. I had progress reports for earlier classes but none for the current or previous year. My chances seemed bleak. Until I remembered an art competition I had participated in three months ago and an internship I did for an Instagram page created by teenagers.
The problem was I had no proof.
I contacted the art company through mail and even wrote to the school that was providing scholarships explaining my condition. I received no reply from the school.
Finally, on March 24, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I extracted the mobile numbers from the website of the art organization and messaged them pleading, telling them about the urgency of the deadline. It seemed i was throwing my pleas at a desolate wall with no one to catch them when they bounced back. Even though, I couldn't see the face, the instant blue tick made my heart lurch. I got a reply at once. For an event long forgotten, the person was willing to contact his creative team to get the certificate made. I had contacted another person from the same company and he too told me that they would provide it the same day. As for the instagram page, the kids seemed to understand my plight for they replied eagerly. They contacted their friends to get me a letter of recommendation made. Something they had never done before. Though I have never met them nor ever will, they understood a procrastinating teenager who needed help. It may seem like a small thing but when I got the message "all the best for your scholarship" from the person I had troubled at the last moment, it made me smile. It still does.