A journey from one language to many - with no destination! (Part 3)
I recollect my early days in my English-medium school. Surrounded by brilliant classmates and guided by some of the best teachers, I was lucky to have got enrolled in that school. The only issue was my aptitude in the language, English. If there was one thing in my little world which scared me the most in those days was the feeling of communicating in that language. I was terrified and felt nervous to even place myself in the class, I felt I did not belong there! In my class we had a small desk and a chair, fitting to the size of a 6/7-year-old. “Miss, may I go to the toilet?” – this was the question my classmates would ask to the teacher, but for me, to say this one single sentence was as difficult as getting an injection (I got quite a few of those in my childhood, due to health reasons!), or getting a boil (I do not know why, but I would get one every month when I was little!), or missing my dad (he was away with his job to different cities in India!). I would clutch the s...