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Chapter 8 - A New Place, A Raising Flame

New school.

New benches.

New blackboards.

But Krish was the same — calm eyes, quiet steps, and a fire hidden deep inside.

The building was bigger.

The crowd was louder.

And no one knew who he was.

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At first, he was just "the new kid."

No one asked where he came from.

No one knew his past.

No one expected anything great.

Krish didn't mind.

Because he didn't come here to prove anything.

He came to build everything from scratch.

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Days passed.

He sat quietly in class.

Listened. Observed. Answered only when asked.

No show-off. No noise.

But the teachers noticed something strange…

> "He finishes his classwork faster than others…"

"He's polite, but so sharp!"

"That essay… who taught Krish to write like that?"

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Then came the first opportunity:

A drawing competition.

Krish didn't sign up.

The teacher forced him to try.

One hour later — everyone froze.

What he drew wasn't just a picture…

It was emotion on paper.

> "Ee school lo ilanti art vesina student ni eppudu choodaledhu…" one teacher whispered.

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Next — Essay writing.

Then elocution.

Then quiz.

Then dance.

One after one, stage after stage — Krish conquered them all.

The same classmates who once ignored him now whispered:

> "Yaar krish ni chusara?"

"He's good at everything."

"Genius le… inkoka version undadu."

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Even the seniors started respecting him.

Not because he was loud.

But because he let his talent speak.

Krish had no ego.

No attitude.

Just skill, silence, and stunning results.

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He made a few good friends too — not many, just real ones.

People who didn't care about his limp,

but about his loyalty, kindness, and spark.

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Teachers loved him.

Principal recognized him.

Parents got called to school — not for complaints, but for congratulations.

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His parents, watching all this, often whispered to each other:

> "Krish ni chusthe…

Ee poratam evarikaina cheppali.

Idi oka pillavadi poratam kaadhu —

Idi oka goppatananiki chinnari modati paadam."

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And through it all, Krish remained grounded.

Because he knew — applause is temporary.

But purpose is permanent.

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🌟 *In a school full of students…

Krish became a symbol.*

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 --------------To be continued-------------

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