Reflection, Imitation, Experience
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It was my childhood.
It was a very small town and so many poor people around..Including me. I grew up feeling the fear of being lost, being spoiled and being more poor into my friends’ eyes.
I have seen my friend’s father, after a hard-day task of harvesting in field, tired; requesting his son to read the English grammar book!
‘Read it loud. I need to check, if you are doing any mistake.’
Damn’ I knew his father never knew English. My friend started shouting…..
‘Noun is a word used to identify any of a class of people, places, or things, or to name a particular one of.. ‘
His father started snoring.
This is the core India, and a normal working-class father. Who blindly believes a good knowledge about the English Language and Culture will help his son to earn some money, which can remove their poverty.
Listening their son reading out a English Text Book is always melodious than any old folk song.
Now you got me!
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