Somehow that day was an exception for the morning but as the Sun was setting my fears were increasing that anytime soon I will have to face a big glass of milk, which horrified me the most. With all the intelligence I had then, at the age of ten, I threw it all down to the ground. The neighbourers weren't much in my favor and maa had to clean all the mess I created. That was the only day grandma embraced me in her arms to protect me from the thrashings. Still wondering what exactly I remember that day for.
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