Hi readers and followers.. Thanks a lot for the enthusiasm and support extended for my blog. One common comment that I got invariably from all was that my langauge was good and I had a flair for writing. Thanks a million for that comment. I am posting this to turn the spot light to the person responsible for my inclination and liking towards English language. I dedicate this post to you .. Ammaaa...
I was born with a knack for listening to stories. All thanks to my mom.. She used to read to me while I was inside her womb. When I came out into this "funny" world, she still read to me from books and comics. Asterix, Tintin, Lady and Tramp, some story about a glow granny bug (which I pronounced as "gonganny bug") were my personal favourites. Later when I could speak, I used to bug her more to recite these stories to me. I wanted stories during any and everytime of the day. Relentlessly and bearing my constant badgering, she still recited stories over and over. She taught me how to read.. my first inspiration. All thanks to her, I already knew to read and write before joining School itself. Later, the bugger (me) learnt to read by herself. This spark ignited in me by my Mother, lead me to become a voracious reader in due course of time. This was further fuelled by my close gang of friends and dearest brother who pestered me to put my thoughts into writing.
I express my gratitude to these people through this post, for their never ending pestering and ever growing love and support.
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