Continue................................. One day, we had a feast in our neighbor. Every single person in that village was there. Even Mr. Pandit. ?Ma-nay, why aren?t you eating your dessert?? one of my friend asked ?I don?t want to eat?? ?Can I eat it?? he asked ?No!, I am saving it for dinner? But, actually I was saving it for something else. In your village we have feast on someone?s house every week. And, ever since when I started school, all the dessert I got in the feast; I used to save it. Everyone?s lips used to be white after drinking a whole glass of milk, but not mine. I make every single dessert I got about a liter or a kilogram, and sell it in the market to get some educational material. I bought only copies, pencil. I used those which were ready to be recycled. I never bought a single until I was in college. My teacher said that I was too old to be in 1st grade. So, I spent first 4 months in first grade, other 4 in 2nd and the last 4 in 3rd grade. When I was 9 years old I was in 4th grade, and my study was excellent. I never hated school, and never hated not going to school. Our school started at 7?o clock in the morning and I had to leave at 6 o? clock and had to walk 2.5 miles to reach school. There used to be nothing for me to eat as a breakfast. Just a glass of water. And that was enough for me because I was getting used to. After school when I reach home, again nothing and no used to be at home. Inside in the kitchen, just a empty pots and a small place with 2 pieces of dried bread, with two pieces of potatoes. I never had rice except for the dinner. Everyone in my school used to say a lot of thing about their mom, and the food made from their hand. But I never tasted a really good delicious before. Not even a fresh bread. After few years it was the day. I had to leave my village. The school in my village had only till 7th grade, and the one in my aunt?s village had till 10th grade. After 10 it was the college. I was happy, but my family members were not. My family had very low income, and we had some farms but it was not much productive as other. Seeing all those, I didn?t think of getting back and helping my family. I was concentrating on my aim. I know my family needs me, but they can live without me too. Hari is there to help them. However, I left my village with lots of tears in the eyes and sadness on my heart. I left my village early in the morning, I walked about 25 miles on the cold sharp edges rocks without any shoes. I never had a shoe before. And walking on the cold rocks made me felt the importance of warm shoes. I reached there, and aunt and her 4 sons were there welcoming me at the door. I was really excited to meet them. ?Son, now this your home, and never ever think that this is your aunt?s home? ?I won?t aunt? ?Hi, I am Pa-rey? ?I am Pawan? ?And, I am Pramod? ?I am Milan, you guys can call me Ma-nay? I had never seen them before. Well, my mom said that I have seen them but I don?t even remember when I saw them. They were like my brother and never made me feel like I am away from my home. My aunt never neglected me. She loved me equally as to their sons. She gave us everything she could that would help us. I started my school after a week I reached there. I was really fun for some months. But after several months, I missed my family. I wanted to see them or just listen to their voice. I know it not possible. I cant even call my mom because phone line is ? mile away from our home. And in our village there isn?t even a phone line for 5miles.