My Journey to Success...

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My journey to success...My Journey to Success. There is a certain period in every one's life I suppose, when we grow up aimless but our elders see dreams of our far future as if it were so true. I would probably go 16 years down the line and recall my childhood days. I was probably 3 or 4 years old; it is hard to recollect those old memories when you are born somewhere and brought up somewhere else. I am from south-east Asia, the land where man lives in harmony with nature. Not to mention the cities also have plenty of greenery and the greetings of birds every dawn and dusk. I was born in the city but eventually moved to the village where my paternal grandparents lived and so the journey of my life began. My dad worked overseas in the Middle East. We visited him occasionally and as soon as I was on my toes, the adventure began. I ran in the rice and paddy fields, hid behind large mango trees, caught caterpillars and threw them in the pond to check whether they could swim or would drown. I would rescue them later using a leaf and simply many other things because there were so many things to do. You see this is the period I am talking about when no one reprimands you if you didn't recite your alphabets and numbers. Everyone knows that there is still time. Unlike cities villages don't have concrete pavements or roads. So it used to rain, it would get super muddy and slippery. Doors would be bolted and no one was allowed except the grumpy elders. I would press my face against the window grill and feel the cold breeze and smell the wet ambience. "I have got to sneak out"; I would tell myself and of course devise a plan cunningly. I was savoring every moment- floating with earthen pots in the village pond, catching fish, long jumping over irrigation canals, playing hide and seek in the dark, rocking on boats, chasing newly hatched chicks and I
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