THE UNTOLD CHILDHOOD
THE UNTOLD CHILDHOOD I was a girl of year three, dragged my little bag to kindergarten with a Glee. Always cheerful in my own rhythm, Under the shelter of my genitors. Never knew the world before me and neither did the men around. Giggled with my daffodils and played with no bounds. Shared my little lunch box, full of chocs. Climbed trees and pluck tasty fruits for free. Playing with merry-go-round and many other games that are weird to sound. Screamed like little lion cubs in our den, Our Miss used to roar like a lioness by then. One day,alone while I was sitting on my little chair,there came a mighty man who looked like Ben. I asked in my toddler voice "Who are u sir?Will you speak in your voice"? He stood with a grumpy look,as if he was going to rob my rhyme book. He saw my decent smile and looked at me undefined. I was afraid for a while, But my teacher came beside. "Bahadur! For what sake are you doing here?"Didn't I instruct you to keep your eyes on the
