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this piece is about how i learnt not just letters but more than that about life... |
| She never used to be late,and i always cribbed at her early arrival., what made me nuts was the big stick which was for breaking our knuckles Yet as a matter of fact i starred at those scars and achieved something, something which was far beyond my belief and drooping. .She used to tell me to raise hands when i would cross the line Yet amongst those clouds i could feel a positive sign... Now when i look around me there are no simple equations, all crumpled one above the other in tons... I wish if i could turn up to mom and say,"MAMA i'm afraid.how should i write 'o'?", and she would say, "It's so simple silly,you'll find it everywhere written in red by your Miss.lobo".!! |