One morning I got up and found my mother very busy with my brother, making him clothed and shoed. Between conversations, I came to know that my brother is going to school, for the first time. He is going to be admitted in class three. Instantaneously, I got jealous and started crying,

I became voracious reader as soon as I learned to read and write. My elder sister, who is eight years older than I am, told me when I grew up that, I used to read the newspapers my father brought home, keeping it upside down and spelling the words loudly. As I didn't knew the meaning of all the words, I used to spell, say