Alphabets

I #grabbed a pen with utmost difficulty #struggling
to hold it the way my #mom held it. I tried hard to
connect the dots to form it an 'A' in my homework
notebook.
Many a time I failed. The alphabets
made by me seemed to be of any language but nt
English. Yet I continued this journey with a pen
and a paper. I wanted to learn, I wanted to know, I
wanted to write, I wanted to grow.I grew up with
them, when all of a sudden those letters
rearranged themselves to form meaningful
sentences.
.
I was amused to see them dance and play on a
simple piece of paper. These letters started
teaching me. They took me around the world in
less than 15 years.They took me to deep blue
oceans, to the eternal universe, to the heavens, to
valleys and lakes.
.
I questioned them endlessly, they answered me
patiently.
Gradually, there came a day when they allowed me
to touch them with my bare hands. So I held them
tenderly and started sewing them with silver
threads. It was fun. They liked it and so did I.