Give and Take
There was a time when everything I owned was exclusively mine. I could not bear to share it with anyone. My kindergarten report card said I was very obedient and had good learning skills. But under the column for teacher’s remarks for improvement, I clearly remember the neatly scrawled words “needs to learn sharing with friends”. I laughed it off later on thinking how selfish I must have been in my childhood. But it was only in the recent years that I realized the true meaning of sharing. Spending my entire schooling years at home and being a day scholar in my undergraduate days, did not expose me much to the joy of sharing. I was never aloof though. I made friends, was a cheerful little brat who got into trivial squabbles like every other teenager. But parting with something that was once declared mine did not leave me with a happy feeling. There was always a sentiment of wanting to keep things with myself. What if they spoiled it? Let them get their own if they want! I once kep...