At evening 6:00, on April 8th, 2015, I had my first breath. I was born in a hospital. After a few days, I took my first glance at my house. My parents put me in a pink cradle, and I drank upon my mother's milk. My father would go to office and my mom would work at home. They were engineers, which is why they work so hard. I often played with toys and was very curious. Most toys don't exist now. One of them is the Jhoola Hammock. It was like a water wheel making music. When I grew up and became 6 months old. That was when I stared at a pigeon and called it "Bhooko" and that was the first thing I ever said. Fast forward to 1 year old, I went to Andaman, I did my first step, and my first words were "Chai lao!" Meaning, "Take tea!" There are many photos of my childhood. There is one of me wearing a rainbow dress and being in a nursery or being in a porch of a hotel in a beach in Andaman. At 3, I went to Goa. That's all I remember. The oldest years of my life I remember is when I was 4. All about that next time.
a very intriguing premise. this work has some strong literary qualities. literature is about life, and in this work you begin from the very very begining. and by including small details, like the hammock and the pigeon, i feel myself being drawn to this character. i look forward to how they grow and what they learn along their journey.
I am just writing stories and making others smile. I am a 9-year-old writer from India.
Thought: The more you sweat in peace, the less you bleed in war. more..