More than a pretty face

By Hunaid Hussain

May 10^th, 2014

I'm Smitha deepak

This is my story

There’s always that one person who builds you, molds you into who you become. For me, that’s my Grand Father. I miss him; he was my rock, my shade while growing up.

When the odds were against me, when I couldn’t find the courage to go after my dreams he was there to support me, cheer for me and to make me believe in myself.

When I was 17 years old, I got a taste of the tough world, at times with all the backs turned on me, with no support from anyone, it was time to buckle up and get my first taste of independence, a taste of entrepreneurship.

I was left with the choice to give up and accept my fate or face my challenges. With a bruised heart and a tough mind, I was ready to face the world.

I had to financially support myself in order to pursue my dreams, something I learned from my grandparents. My first venture was an Art Workshop for children, and it gave me a taste of success that still drives me.

“Life is not about extravagance, materialism, or money. It has a deeper meaning to it, it’s about passion, and it’s about breaking free” – Anonymous

What are these photos about?

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.” - Theodore Roosevelt