I remebered my first day of school,how I cried and clung to the round pillars not wanting to enter the class because it was scary with all the other children crying and scary faces of the teachers who were strangers.My parents wanted me to have a proper education,an english medium school because they couldn't speak english.My father was a teacher when I was young and he knew the value of good education.I was never dropped by my parents on the second day of school because I have a younger sister and they expected me to look after myself,follow instructions of the teachers and preferably not get lost between the school gate and the auto,I was 3 years old.I remember the auto ride between the school and home,it was quiet dangerous for kids to sit on because autos have no protective wire mash or walls proctecting the kids from falling off but that was what made auto rides exciting.We would fight over who gets to sit on the sides of the driver because the kid who sits there has a work,h...