http://www.henryaniagorsblog.com/2016/06/if-you-have-paperpick-up-pen-and.html
Some years back,I could remember how it all started from my cradle.In everyone's life,there is this constant transposition that transforms you from one phase of life to the other.There is this ONE thought of always trying to actualize the realities of your existence.It all began when you were in cradle,from crawling,we look up to teenagers who can easily reach out for what ever they want and get it at once without the stress of crawling on their poor knees.We struggle upto this point and we try as much to transform to the phase of life that opportunes us to go out and meet diverse people with chequered ideologies and idiosyncrasies.At this point we get enrolled into the school,where not just learning from teachers but looking up to others who can easily decipher the hand writings on the board.I could vividly remember the ordeal I went through trying to learn how to write figure "8",.You cant believe my paternal uncle,"Papa Christy" thought me this,using method of joining two "zeros" to obtain an "8".Yes,you never can tell the kind of joy one gets from learning a thing,no matter how minute it is.
I could remember watching my elder siblings washing their clothes,something I have always wanted to do,but always get a blush.I thought it was all plain sailing,not knowing I had to develop moulds on my palms if I must watch many clothes with a tender hand.I found it entertaining at first but I didnt need a prophet to tell me that it was an odd task.

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