When I was in 8th grade at Gateway The Complete School, we had a music festival, and the guest of honor was a really famous artist. Everyone was so excited, and though I deeply wanted his autograph, I couldn\u2019t bear the crowd or the long line. I told myself quietly, \u201cI\u2019ll get his autograph by the end of the day.\u201d<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t, of course. I felt bad, but as a kid, I brushed it off. On my way home, something strange happened: a paper flew across the air and stuck to my face. When I pulled it off and looked\u2026 it\u00a0was his autograph.<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t know how, or why, but I went home smiling like the universe had just whispered, \u201cSee? I got you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
When I was in 8th grade at Gateway The Complete School, we had a music festival, and the guest of honor was a really famous artist. Everyone was so excited, and though I deeply wanted his autograph, I couldn\u2019t bear the crowd or the long line. I told myself quietly, \u201cI\u2019ll get his autograph by…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":8,"featured_media":0,"menu_order":0,"template":"","meta":{"story_author_displayname":"Akshitha Sai","story_author_location":"India, Chennai","story_author_bio":"Hi, I\u2019m Akshitha. A human rights dreamer, old-school romantic, and part-time overthinker. I collect moments like little stars\u2014some joyful, some bittersweet. I believe the universe listens, especially when we speak our hearts quietly. Here to share one such memory that never left me."},"yoast_head":"\n