Dear Ammi,Funny how in the morning the alarm doesn’t wake me up, your voice calling my namedoes
But each and every day dressing up for schools feels like going for a war that I neverwant to fight, becoming a soldier that I never want to be, a uniform that I never want tosee myself in.
But what if I tell you that the journey is harder than just dressing up
What if I tell you that at school, I am called an average kid?
What if I tell you understanding what it means led me to step into a puddle ofmisperceptions.
Even after putting my nose to the grindstone, I saw my academic performance graphlooking like the shape of a mountain.