Dipra.

When I was six, I drew my first real drawing, pencil on paper. I copied a sticker I had stuck onto my cupboard and for some reason was very determined to analyze every precise detail of it, erasing the tiniest of mistakes repeatedly until I was satisfied. I felt successful by the end of my 30 minutes. When I showed my parents the finished drawing, their reaction utterly confused me. They said it was beautiful and artistic, so skilful that they were proud of me; not even in the manner of coaxing their baby doll. This was real and I knew the difference. That's the moment I realised I may have something worth being treasured --- a gift. And the sticker? It was of Angela the cat. I just found her so pretty I was inspired to turn her into art.

I have been told that I'm a receptive girl, but there was one thing I was afraid to receive from my life and so I refused it. I didn't have the openness to regard creativity as something substantial, something significant. So when it came to deciding my career path, I opted for the safer option. Law.

It took only a/a whole year of being in the wrong place for me to grow within.

Where was this oh, so unfortunate landmark? The country's 1st ranked Law University---for which students take drop years to become the 1% that gets in---which I cracked in my first attempt.

I needed it though --- to become truly open, receptive, sensitive and observant of what life offers me. I am born a creative soul, and I've decided on sharing my gift with the world!