It was a few weeks ago. A Sunday afternoon. I was sitting laid back, watching TV. Netflix and chill as they would say. Suddenly there's a lot of bird noise outside. There is an empty field outside my room where a lot of birds have found their home in trees. Its rare for birds to make noises in the afternoon. So i was curious. But i was so immersed in watching 'Dark' - a scifi show. Suddenly something passed through the room, right through the ventilator. Something white just went to the hall. I was curious. I went to the hall and looked. It was a little white Owl. Some crows where chasing it. Poor thing was so scared. It went to the other room and stayed there. I didn't want to scare it off. So i left it alone. There is a pack of crows making sound outside. A bunch of little birds are making chirping sounds. This is not the usual greetings. It was different, i could sense there was something wrong in their voices. As a Harry Potter fan, i liked owls a lot. Al
I always wanted to write about this part of my life. As a tribute to my dearest teachers. When i was a child i was a very lean little child. I was not really good at anything. Not that good at studies, sports, arts or anything. I had a very difficult to pronounce name. I got bullied a lot. I had very little confidence. When i was a little i heard stories like Mathematics is the queen of all sciences, smart people know math and all. I really liked math. It was sort of an escapism for me. I used to think even though i am bad at everything, but at least if i am good at math, i must be smart. It was like my little fortress of hope. After 4th standard i joined an aided school in English medium. I knew little to no English and then came that dark day in my life. Our Math teacher gave us some problems to solve. When the results came, me and a friend of mine had the lowest marks. I believe it was 2 out of 15. We were asked to stand up in class for the whole period. I was so sad. Math