Anecdote. I was born in a family where education wasn't as important as putting food on the table. I could say that, I was born in a poor family but food wasn't scarce. My father was a hardworking man whose first priority was to make sure we were all fed and got educated. The earliest memory I had was when I was playing hide and seek with my siblings or maybe my friends. I hid behind a plank of wood which was place upright. I didn't realised there was a nail sticking out of it and it cut my thigh. It was big - about 3 centimetres long and the cut was deep but I was too afraid to let my parents know about it. Hence, I wasn't brought to the hospital for stitching and the scar was a big as ever. Still visible till today. Besides, I also remember when I was young and carefree, I loved to climb the guava trees in front of my house. It wasn't ours. It was our neighbours trees but they didn't mind the village kids climb it and pick the guavas. Big, small and even th...