A part of my life

Morning time is the best time to get new new ideas. You are on the top level of your energy and your mind is totally fresh. New thoughts come to your mind. The warmth and aroma of coffee give you ideas on what topic you should write. This is how the day of a writer begins. In this post I would like to share a past incident of life. I was in class 2. Yes, I was too young to think that one day I would write about that incident “In English”

The story begins

New place, new people, new school and the innocent me. I was a soft spoken girl, a bit timid and now I had to face these smart and clever students. Before this I studied in a small town school where I never met such kids. Well.. somehow I had to adjust with my surrounding. But I could not find anyone in the school who would help me to cope up with the new environment. The students thought I am dumb because I could not speak English properly and didn’t seem confident and outgoing. You know what they said-” She’s mad, don’t be friends with her, she don’t know anything”. Imagine how would a child at that age feel. I felt heartbroken. I thought to keep this upto myself and not let my parents worry about this. So, I chose to be quite.

Then that day arrived…

Thinking of that event give me jitters. The teacher was dictating the questions and we had to write the answers in our notebooks. Yes, it was English class. I was not able to understand almost anything because I attended the classes late and now suddenly I had to deal with this class test. My notebook was blank and so was my mind. I was hell scared. The teacher was damn strict. Then she started checking our notebooks. She came to my place and looked at me as if she’s gonna eat me. I still remember that furious look on her face. She asked me to show the notebook. I denied and then she snatched it from me. She didn’t even bothered to know the reason and started slapping me…left and right. My chubby cheeks turned red. I was shivering. Nobody in my life slapped me that tightly. Then she took out her scale and started beating me. My palms went numb. All you could see was the tears rolling down my cheeks and I had no one around to console me. The whole class was laughing at me.

I went home in the afternoon. I was not talking to anyone. I was very scared. My mother somehow sensed my feelings by looking at the cute red swollen cheeks. Then she told everything to my father. The next day I totally refused to go to school. I cried and cried. I told I don’t want to study and wanna be at home. Imagine how scared I would have been. Then, somehow my father encouraged me and convinced me to go to school. He talked to my teacher and told her that it’s a new place for me and I assured her with time I would learn things.

I tried my level best to score good in the exams and with my consistent efforts I became the topper of my class. The students came to me to solve their doubts. I became the favourite student of the teacher who slapped me once. She loved me so much and even today she remember me. I was able to communicate in English with my fellow students and teachers. You know what… today English is my favourite language. I don’t know what but there’s something about this language that fascinates my mind. I also represented my University in debate and elocution at the National level. Then I started writing blogs and still there are miles to go and lot to improve….

All I wanna say is sometimes the incidents of your own life can help you to learn so many lessons. This post is not about how I became a topper or learned to speak English. It’s actually about how strong I would have been at that age to gather courage and prove myself…

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Author: Jyoti Meena😊

#Daydreamer #night thinker I don't need to describe...my writings say it all..feel free to comment if you do or don't agree with my point of view..i use simple feelings and thoughts to write my content..speaks my mind...candid thoughts with a hint of depth... If u love to comprehend emotions and spontaneity at play..read the stuff and follow if u relate!!

18 thoughts on “A part of my life”

  1. Good for you; that is a wonderful story. I am always amazed at how children adapt to their surroundings. You took a very difficult time and turned it into something special.

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