365 Writing Prompt: Bedtime stories

What was your favorite book as a child? Did it influence the person you are now?

I did not have a favorite book growing up. However I attended a school where I was overloaded with school work, it did not give me an opportunity to have a favorite story book. I can remember struggling with Physiology which did not have the kind of stories that could affect me as a child, who would when one has to learn the layers of skin, there was no tone of a fairy tale.

Later on I laid my hands on “Aesop’s fables” I was thrilled to read all those stories that had an ending which taught me a lesson.

I have learned a lot from those stories. In a way it taught me to be positive in life, never to be envious if someone has something I do not or cannot have.

It’s amazing how much we can learn from those stories. I feel I’m a better person for I am contented with what I have and do not waste my time longing for things I don’t have.

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DP Daily Prompt: Land Of Confusion

This is a good one, thank you for this prompt. Well to be completely honest, Mathematics did not give me hives, English did not make me scream. I loved English, I wasn’t scared of Math.

What did scare me was Physiology,yes I had this subject in school, the layers of the skin, and heart lungs and blood circulation gave me nightmares. No I did not do this in college it was in school, if you can believe it.

How did this happen, we were preparing for junior Cambridge exams in our school.

There was piano lessons too,I did not take it because the girls who had it said,the nuns would hit their fingers if they played the notes wrong. Hearing about it made my fingers sore,imagine if I was actually hit what would happen then.

But the positives in that school outweighed the negatives. We were a happy bunch,if we spoke Urdu we paid a fine,but that’s to be expected you do not go to an English school to be able to speak Urdu, we all spoke Urdu well.

We had school buses that were so long none of us wanted to go to the back,because when your turn came to get off you had to walk all of those yards to get to the front. Oh we only had one door which was in the front.

Sister Alavishes used to come running and would hit the girls who wouldn’t go to the back of the bus,she didn’t come inside the bus she took care of it from outside,the windows were open and she didn’t mind punching those who were breaking the rules.

I still think we had a lot of fun, we amazed our parents by speaking fluent English. What more could they want, the tuition fees they paid brought them good dividends and they never complained.

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