My life... as I remember,

January 11, 1983 - I smelt this world.

Days went as I opened my eyes, cried, giggled, turned myself, crawled, stepped and walked... But i don't remember anything other than the light pink bowl in which my mom used to feed cerelac to me and the silver spoon in it.

On my first birthday, I got a new pair of shoes as my first known gift. The best shoes I'd ever worn are those. It alarmed for my every little step. I walked with it, I ran with it and I played with it.

Then I grew older...! When I was old enough, I stepped into my first school with fear and only with fear... yeah, for the first day felt like I was intentionally pushed in. Started my first day in school with a normal cry and that cry tree grew with the tears I shed. As days went on, the loudness increased. I discovered lot many reasons to cry. I cried saying, "I don't like the uniform color", "the tie knot is making me difficult to breath", "My legs are paining coz of the shoes", "I'll sit only in the top of the rickshaw", For the hot water given by amudha miss, for the loss of my pencil, when my hand towel got torn, when I was asked to stop crying,... and the list went on. The pace got slowed down when I felt a warmth. Yes, I got a friend... without my knowledge I got a friend. I never felt nor celeberated for my first friendship. Augustin is his name. We walk by keeping hands on each other's shoulders. That was what we knew to do as friends apart from sharing Biscuts and chocolates. He did a big sacrifice for me, when he stopped playing in sand, as I don't. We walked in the ground with pride. Our days went on without any pressure or responsibility. My part time LKG went happily. I stopped LKG after five months and took break for seven months. May be I would have got tired of learning. That was the end my friendship with augustin. After that I'd never met him in my life. I don't even remember his face. All that seven months I was completely trained by my Vasantha aunty. She thought me to write, to speak, to sing songs, rhymes and dance.

After the break, I directly stepped into my first class when I was less than four years old. Years went on happily. The first sadness hit me when my brother was born. I was so scared as my mom stayed in hospital for a day. I was so sad when everybody were so busy in their activities and I felt the loneliness for the first time in my life. I cried alone without any reason. The sadness went on only till I saw my brother, my new born brother in hospital. I was the first person to feed him with sweet water. I felt so happy, when my father's brother lifted me and asked me to do so. I told all who I know that I got a new little brother.

My mom used to tell stories, lot of stories. Me and my brother used to sit side by side and listen very carefully. Everyday our food goes in only if there is a story. It became a habit. My mom had never scolded me or my brother for being adament for stories; not even shown a rough face for it. As all moms, my mom is also so sweet. Almost in everything we both are spoon feeded. I was happy without even realizing that I am happy. I don't know the meaning as I didn't had much chances of experiencing anything other than happiness.

I never go out to play. I didn't even had a single friend to play with or to speak to. I'd never felt bad for it. I used to play of my own. All I used to do, to entertain me is, run within our house limits without stepping in sand. Ours was a pretty big house with more than 9 big rooms. I'll run from one end of our house to the other, touch the wall and again run back to the starting point. I don't know why, but I used to feel so much happy on doing it. I don't watch TV wherein me and my brother will go n sit on our mom's lap and ask for story.

A grand festival, in front of my eyes for the first time... writing my next blog...