Who Wrote the Rest of It?

By Rumaisa Qadri

This book is the place where you will observe how the relationship of many things, whether big or small; many circumstances, whether good or bad; and many people, whether common or important in our lives, shows its effect in our personalities.

I believe that in every step of our life, we learn something that influences us. We learn, learn, and learn from professionals as well as nonprofessionals. Life always challenges us with lots of things, and as we learn how to win, life comes up with the other big or small challenge.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing Singapore
• Release date: May 1, 2017
• ISBN: 9781543740752

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Contents

 Preface

 Chapter-1

 Chapter II

 Chapter III

 Chapter IV

 Chapter V

 Chapter VI

 Chapter VII

 Chapter VIII

 Chapter IX

 Chapter X

Preface

T his book is the source wherein you will observe how the relation of many things, big or small, many circumstances, good or bad, and many people, common or important in our lives, affect our personality.

I believe that at every step of our life we learn something that influences us. We learn again and again from professionals and non-professionals as well. Life always challenges us with lots of things, and as we learn, life comes up with more challenges, big or small.

Every step in our life is a learning point which in turn becomes our turning point. That is what I believe because I met many personalities in my life that somehow made me learn big and small things and made this world a school for me.

Chapter-1

I was born like all normal babies but People say when I was born, I was the only child in the room who didn’t cry: amazing. I don’t know why babies cry when they come to this world. Oh! Please don’t think that I know why I didn’t cry. Well I can make predictions! May be I was not scared to live in this world of challenges and corrivals. Anyway, it might be or it might not be so. My mother says when she saw me first, only one word dropped out of her mouth fetching. She thought I was chubby with twinkling grey eyes of innocence, curly brown hair, deep diggings on my face which used to appear even if I used to grin. So on the basis of my innocent and pleasing look she gave me a nice name Inny and my journey started….First six years of my childhood were much rejoicing and relishing; I was indulged and always gratified by my parents. My mother says the third word I spoke as a learner was men. Oh! it was not the word which means masculine – not at all. It was how I learnt to voice the word pen. Ah! The first two words that I spoke … Guess? Yup, right, Maa for my mother and Baa for my father. Actually there was a reason why the third word I spoke was Pen. My mother told me that my grandpa was a writer. He was always a good friend of pen as pen was of him. He always tried to goad Baa to follow him, but he wanted to be a cartoonist.

The trend was followed. May be it was hereditarily that I considered pen was my good friend as my grandpa and Baa had inherited the friendship the same way. I spent my first six years of life with these three: Maa, Baa, and Men (which actually was Pen). They were so precious to me and so was I to them. Whole day I used to be with my Maa and whole evening with my Baa. Whenever Maa used to get busy with her household stuff, I used to play with my friend, the one and only dear friend of mine, my Pen.

Walls of our rooms, floor of our living room, our dining table, cupboards of our kitchen, Maa’s dressing table, washrooms and even the fencing of our garden were all full of lines, circles, and scratches. That was what Pen and I used to do in our free time. The best thing was that Maa and Baa never stopped me for this. I remember it was my seventh birthday. I was wearing a bright color fairy dress, a white large net veil covering my grey eyes, shiny wings with glisters, and a stick in my hand with a little star on its edge (which was like a magic stick for me). Besides all hugs, kisses and good wishes, I got many toys, dolls, and chocolates as gifts, but I remember that lovely moment of my life when after the party was over, Maa started opening the gifts –

Maa and Baa were very happy and so was I, but at that happy moment I didn’t know what Baa was doing in his study which was just at the corner of our living room. As I headed towards him with tottering steps and with the magic stick in my hand, Maa started…

Look Inny at this big doll with red dress; it’s so beautiful: you will really enjoy playing with this… Ok suggest a name for this doll, Ah… look at this (pointing towards the big box) – Hmm ... Let me open this one – Oh! There is something heavy in this…Ok Inny guess what it can be?

I just glanced as I was staring at Baa whose concentration was fully towards his drawing and Maa was trying to grab my attention towards the gifts which she was opening one by one. She was really excited and blissful.

Oh! My God Inny, see this doll house with all types of dolls and their accessories, this big doll, this small doll, their beautiful dresses. See this small comb, make up kit, this one and that one…, Maa stressed.

Something was alluring me which was really amazing ! Maa somehow realized my situation, but in some other way tried to dissuade me!

Inny look at this… Inny … Inny …Maa said anxiously.

One by one she was