Reminiscing of the day for my ignorance of the words “GOOD, SMART” on my progress report for performance, personality makes my veins light now. Being afraid of what these words really meant went home thinking of a cane. My parents gave me a sweet kiss on my cheek, made me breathe easy, but still at the end of the day left those words puzzling knowing me nothing more than that these can keep me miles away from a cane.
I did my schooling at Nellore Central School, India. The school stood promising in imparting their motto, Discipline, Devotion and Duty, to their children that stood them top in Central Board for Secondary Education schools in my place. It was greenery everywhere with huge bushes, big play ground, qualified staff members and being at a walkable distance from my home. My mother accompanied us, me and my brother, to the school and brought us lunch afternoon till we were grown enough for not being misplaced while on to school. A welcome difficulty of being a educating second child is to use the used textbooks, uniforms of the first one and I was no exception for it.
