Hey there!
Here I am to share a wonderful memory that lingers in my heart for two decades. So what’s in my hand? Chocolates? Nuts? Peppebles? Nope, it is used chalk pieces rather I would term it as used slivers that spread the aroma of beautiful memories!
I was in Lower kindergarten when I stole for the very first time. 90’s kids could relate to it easily because those were the days when we used slates for writing and I was given chalk pencils. Does nostalgia of tasting it hit you hard? I loved eating it though.
One day, one of my friends whose father was pottery brought a nicely carved and coloured chalk piece and she was showing it with pride to everyone. Now that evil horns of envy grew inside my mind that I stole that chalk. I was the happier and the most stupid person to show those stolen chalk pieces to my mother.
Neither she lost her temper nor did she bet me, instead she didn’t react at all! Evening apamthatha (grandpa) bought me a box of long white chalk pieces.
” Stealing and lying is a great sin. You have stolen someone’s hard work and someone’s happiness, which is a shame. If you want something, ask us, if we can afford will buy you. If we couldn’t afford it, then remember you need to work harder to earn it! Now, replace this stolen chalk in her bag tomorrow” saying this he handed over a chalk box.
Today, my grandpa is no more, he succumbed to TB a few years yet the values he rooted, stays strong inside me!
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