Hi Readers,
I don’t exactly remember when I started writing. But according to my mother, when I was just one and a half years old, I narrated my first story!
It was about two friends, a baby ant and a flower. Both of them had come inside our house, and the Ant ate some rice. My mother scolded it and the poor ant started crying. The story continued with the mama ant taking the baby ant in her arms and consoling it. I am not telling you any more, because that’s the end.
Later on, when I was four and a half years old, I wrote a story about a hen and her 9 chicks. Now, I feel that it was a silly story! When I was five, while traveling in my car in the evening, I saw the rising moon and started reciting my own poem about it. It was like this:
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