When i start here it is quiet sure that i am confused, i remember that little spiral green diary !!! That my mom gave me, knowing that i love to write and what i used to write were very little inappropriate peaces of little thinker, some letters some picture writing and some little stories that i jotted down there in little green diary without thinking or planning of what i was writing then.
Today i feel the importance of that diary and that prompt action of my mother which cherished me to write ever after.
Happy Teachers Day, Mom’s are first teachers to hear us to understand us even when we are Toothless Babbling Babies.