The family was not a small one,
where I have spent my childhood. My mother gave birth of ten children. Seven
females and three males. I am the middle
one of three sons of my illiterate parent. Being a small cultivator and vendor of
the village, my father could hardly manage the family. My parent could not feel
what was my mental
condition in my childhood , I
thought. Because, my elder brother was very cruel
and I was ruled by him in every
moment of my childhood like Hitler. He had found out my errors in every
movement and punished me physically. After the slaps of my brother’s hard hand
on the back of the of my soft head, I
supposed that my brain had damaged and i would not be able to read in school
due to lost of memory. So, I tested my memory again and again at my reading table in the evening. I had
gone through a lesion and shutting the book I tried to remember what I had
read. This process helped me to increase my capacity of memory , for which I
passed the first examination of my life successfully. I took the first position
in the class.
To be continued ................
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