Till class 10

I was born in then sufficiently remote village in Begusarai district. The district is famous for kidnapping a male for marriage with a female who belongs to a family consisting of a number of strong males. The district also boast of having a oil refinery, a fertilizer industry and a thermal power plant. Out of these three industries only one is making profit and only two is running since I got to know about them. I am no. 2 among my siblings. I have one elder brother and two younger sister. Our names tell that we do not belong to a single family. My grandmother used to say that when I was born my stomach was quite big considering the overall volume of my body. I had a very small face and all one could notice was my stomach. My mother was very worried as my condition was critical after my birth. I don't remember how much I struggled those days but somehow I survived. I used to cry a lot when I was made to read. My teacher's name was Murari sir. He was basically a tutor of all small kids of my village and he was skilled in making kids to read, write and speak. He didn't have good hearing ability and that made him more efficient for kids as he could hardly hear us crying. My grandmother always used to sit beside me when I was taught. I was given chocolates and biscuits to lure me for reading and that was the only motivation for me to sit for an hour with Jackal Murari sir.