T H E B I L L B O A R D..... A short Story
I grew up in India, When I was a mere kid not more than 3 or 4? I had already been exposed to several dialects, accents and three different kinds of language. The first one is my native language or my mother tongue, Hindi. The second one, the language I’m writing this language and literacy narrative in, English and third a kind of language no child should be exposed to, crass and vulgar language But not gonna lie the third one was the easiest to pick up and learn, to the point, crisp and conveys emotions in moments of distress and anger accurately. In the midst of this environment, I had recently shifted to a new school, where I was the only one who couldn’t properly read sentences. It wasn’t because I suffered from any learning disability but simply because I was the youngest in my entire class by a whole year. While a 4-year-old toddler Aaryan was able to grasp that, his 30-year-old mother couldn’t. It was the bane of her existence, her biggest worry and her life’s motive to make me ...