We do not know our true strength. Seeing others, we get involved in a race. People are upset by thinking about what others think about us. We keep thinking that why is nobody understanding us?
I learned some big lessons of life, when I was in class V . Early years In the case of studies - I was a very average student.Even below average, it will not be wrong. I usually got B, C or sometimes E grades in subjects with languages other than mother tongue. I was told that I do not follow my own words and make many things.When I should have written on the exam copy, I do not write. When the teacher was teaching, Gappay would fight. That is why I used to return home regularly with a bad report-card. My parents and teachers did not know what should be done to me. Neither were their punishments having any effect on me nor the award. To be honest, I did not even know what I should do? This continued until the fifth grade. But one day everything changed suddenly. In fact, one of our elderly teachers took leave due to illness, then the new teacher who came to her place was Mrs. Royal. She looked as if she had just completed her university studies. She looked quite young for our class of ten to twelve. I don't remember many things of those days, but two is fresh in my mind. The first memory is the photo I still have,
