My Experience.

There are so many things that I wish to say or write. I dont know where to start. I think that it would be best to start in the begining. But where do I start. Do I start from my birth? That will not be interesting to many of you. But then if I have to say these things, I have to start at the begining.
I will not bore you with all the detail of my childhood except for some arresting anecdotes. A few days back I had been to my aunts house, where we ended up discussing children and their peculiar eating habits. At that time my aunt informed me that I had a very peculiar habit of holding the milk or any other liquid in my mouth and throwing the whole thing back at the person, who was feeding me at that moment. My aunt Kanakam had received a lot of these reflex actions from me. I am deeply sorry to have inflicted my aunt as well as my mother these peculiarities.
During the same time my aunt also informed me that she never had any trouble with my younger brother Ramesh. All he ever wanted was to be left in peace to drink his milk. I still remember, that he had the ability of drinking a glass of milk, for more than an hour, so that by the time he finishes the last sip of milk, the first sip had already been digested. He had one other peculiarity, which was that from start to finish the tumbler of milk never left his mouth.