I stood first in nursery II as speculated by my father.
My mother wanted me to study in a school, which she could not, though clearing its admission test.
There were two schools of her choice, one near my home, and the other one far. She preferred the far one cause it was very spacious.
She stood in long queues to take up the form, right from dawn, took me for the admission test, and upon clearing it, arranged for my uniform and every single item required for a new student of the kinder garden.
Her happiness had no bounds when I got the chance.
New books, new copies, and every stationary item were there for me.
My mother was a single parent. She got new friends. They were the mothers of my new friends. Some were good. Like my own relatives.
I too got new friends. I loved the school.
My mother saw that I had an interest in painting, she got me admitted to painting classes.
Her daily routine was not only to arrange my food, get me ready but also to visit the office. Household chores and marketing were additional. She did not have a single minute for herself.
Her diet was neglected as I was always given the lion's share of whatever was arranged. I protested, but she scolded me back saying that I have to eat and study.
Teachers complained that I was very talkative in my junior classes but otherwise I was disciplined.
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The Story Of My Life
RandomAn attempt to write an autobiography It's a dream of many people to write about one's own life, hardly few do or gets the chance. It is not to impress or wait to see how many would read it, but for oneself.
