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ALL INDIA
ASPIRING WRITER's
AWARD
Trupti digambar kokane
REGISTRATION ID
C0384
YOUR FINAL SCORE IS IN BETWEEN
9.21 - 9.75
IFHINDIA CONGRATULATE YOU FOR BEING IN THE TOP 10 FINALISTS.
YOUR FINAL SCORE WILL BE ANNOUNCED IN THE AWARD CEREMONY.
1. THE TITLE WINNER SCORE MUST BE MORE THAN 9.70 WHO WILL BE WINNING 1,50,000/- CASH PRIZE & YOU MAY BE ONE OF THEM FOR SURE BECAUSE OUR FINAL WINNER IS IN BETWEEN THOSE TOP 10 FINALISTS INCLUDING YOU.
2. SINCE YOU ARE ONE OF THOSE TOP 10 FINALIST YOU WILL BE GETTING EXCLUSIVE GIFT COUPON WORTH 5000/- EACH
(Note : You must participate either in ONLINE EVENT or OFFLINE EVENT without fail to get your AWARD BENEFITS)
3. ALL TOP 10 FINALIST INCLUDING YOU MUST PARTICIPATE IN THE MEGA EVENT EITHER OFFLINE OR ONLINE BECAUSE EVEN YOU MAY BE THE ONE WHO WIN THE TITLE FOR SURE.
4. INCASE YOU ARE NOT WILLING TO PARTICIPATE IN THE MEGA EVENT/ AWARD CEREMONY EITHER OFFLINE OR ONLINE then your journey in the contest will end here. HOWEVER YOU WILL STILL RECEIVE THE BEST 25 WRITERS BENEFITS but you will not get any benefits for being in the TOP 10 incase you quit from the contest hereafter.
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Written By
Trupti digambar kokane
#The Voice Within#
In a small, quiet village, nestled between rolling hills and endless fields, lived a girl named Aanya. Born into a family of modest means, Aanya had always been told that her life would be a reflection of her circumstances. "You are a girl," her parents would say, "and in this world, you must be silent and obedient. Your role is to serve, to be invisible."
Aanya's skin was darker than many in the village, and from a young age, she had faced whispers behind her back. "Too dark," they said, "too plain." Her classmates teased her, not for her kindness or intelligence, but for the shade of her skin. Even the teachers, who were meant to guide and uplift, looked past her, preferring the fairer, wealthier girls.
As she grew older, the weight of these judgments crushed her spirit. She began to believe the lies whispered into her heart—that her voice, her dreams, and her desires didn’t matter. Her only future, they told her, was marriage, to a man who would make decisions on her behalf.
But deep inside, Aanya felt a spark. A tiny flame that refused to be extinguished. It was faint, almost imperceptible, but it was there. She had always been observant, watching how the world around her functioned. She saw the inequality, the suffering, and the silence of the women in her village. But Aanya didn’t just watch; she listened. She listened to the quiet cries of those around her, women like her who had been taught to shrink, to hide their light.
One evening, after another long day of enduring the taunts and dismissals, Aanya stood by the riverbank, staring at her reflection. Her face was illuminated by the moonlight, casting shadows that danced on the water’s surface. For the first time, she didn’t see a girl defined by her skin color, by her gender, by her poverty. She saw herself—strong, resilient, and capable. She saw her potential.
That night, Aanya made a vow to herself. She would no longer live in silence. She would no longer accept the belief that her voice didn’t matter.
The next day, as the village gathered for a community meeting to discuss the fate of the local school—which was on the verge of closing due to lack of funds—Aanya stood at the back, listening as the men debated. None of the women spoke; they weren’t invited to. They were expected to nod in agreement, to follow without question.
But Aanya’s heart beat loudly in her chest. Her hands trembled, and her mind raced. She was scared, yes, but that tiny flame inside her had grown stronger. With every passing second, it demanded to be heard.
Suddenly, without thinking, Aanya stood up. Her voice was soft at first, but clear. "Why are none of the women allowed to speak?" she asked.
The room fell silent. All eyes turned to her. The men, surprised by her boldness, stared in disbelief. "Who are you to speak?" one man sneered.
Aanya took a deep breath. "I am Aanya," she said firmly. "I may not be rich, or fair, or a man. But I care about this village, about this school, and about our future. And I have something to say."
Her words hung in the air like a challenge, daring anyone to silence her. For a moment, no one moved. The weight of centuries of tradition pressed down on her, but Aanya stood tall. She had found her voice, and she was not about to let it be taken from her.
Slowly, a few women in the back nodded. Then another stood up. And another. Soon, the women of the village, who had been silent for so long, began to speak. Their voices, though shaky at first, grew stronger with each word. They talked about their dreams for their children, the need for education, the importance of their opinions. The men, who had always assumed their dominance, were forced to listen.
Aanya had sparked something much greater than herself. She had lit a fire in the hearts of those around her, showing them that their gender, their skin color, their wealth—none of it mattered. What mattered was their voice, their courage to speak up and claim their freedom.
The village would never be the same. The school was saved, and Aanya became a symbol of hope for everyone who had ever been told to stay quiet. Her journey had just begun, but she had already learned the most important lesson of all: that your voice is your power. And no one—no matter how strong, rich, or powerful—can take that from you.
In the years that followed, Aanya's story spread beyond her village. She became a beacon of inspiration, reminding people everywhere that their worth was not defined by what society told them, but by their own courage to stand up, speak out, and claim their place in the world.
And so, Aanya proved that freedom is not something granted—it is something you must claim for yourself, no matter who you are.
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