Back in my second and third standards, there was a Moral Values class that we had to take and write an exam for. The teachers- an Anglo-Indian lady with short hair, and a Bengali woman with a love for big earrings- were more interesting than the class itself. 1,193 more words
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When I was four, my grandmother took her last breath. Our family was very attached with her, my father and his brothers- my uncles, everyone. And that was not only because it’s a natural bond between a mother and her children, but also because my grandmother was truly an awesome person. 1,006 more words
So, yeah, that was a way big sabbatical I took.
But, don’t worry, it has a very simple cause. I’ve been working extra hard on something really important (plus, I get credits and all for that, amazing, right?) Now that it’s finished, and I’ve got my claws on those tiny alphabet markings, I’m back with full force to the blog world. 284 more words