In school, starting class 6, Maa used to give me lesser marks than the first boy – Dheeraj, because of my lack of expression & Handwriting. And due to that guy, I slipped to position 2. I used to think, why she does so to her own son?
She must have visualized that this will be my long term lesson.
Afterwards, even in my teens, from her MA books she used to recite Kalidas, Prem Chand. I learnt her intricate lessons of weaving and polished the skills. She used to again revert me back to pen of bamboo sticks and handwriting tasks. Years passed off. I still recall her lessons and try to compete with many Dheeraj(s).
And these last few months, have been really rewarding for me for my words. It seems that now my life is getting a meaning to re-live, with my words. And let others rekindle their lives.
Though I will not remain with them for ever but satisfying is , they will keep me alive, her lessons and of course friend Dheeraj.