Dada Grandfather was the best example Grandfather was the best example. So I wrote his name neatly on my exam sheet. The hall was abuzz; pencils scribbling and paper scraping against each other as the examination time neared the final bell to submit. “I have a handsome grandfather”. I wrote in my best cursive. With two minutes to go, I was done with my examination answers. The teacher quickly found my hitherto bobbing hand raised meekly above the heads of surrounding students. The smell of fresh paper brushed against my nose as ma’am picked up my answer sheet without looking at my desk. My pencil was knocked to the floor. The question paper crashed silently at the feet of ma’am herself. She apologized quickly and threw a glance at the last question, circled by my very own pencil as I had prodded a lot before answering that one. “Q4. Make a sentence with the word ‘ grand’ ”. Ma’am let her eyes rest on my face before returning me the paper. Then she turned and allowed me ...
This is a personal blog about my thoughts, opinions and realizations.They are all part of growing up. I do not consider myself growing old however, and insist against the conventions of time, to continue calling myself young, hence the name of this blog. Hope you see through it what I saw to tell :)