When I was young, the Hindi house was in the sounds of the courtyard, the street-chaubare, the voices of the kitchen, the roof of the kitchen was in the feet, the parents were in happiness and displeasure. Words came later, sounds came first. As a child, I used to think that the bird chirps on our tree, would it be talking in England also or something else?

Hindi was spoken all around us. Not everywhere was the same dialect. In Mathura, Dadi-Baba used to mix Brajbhasha in Hindi. Why do words always come out of his mouth? Similarly, instead of yes, they would say Humble. These words were deeply ingrained in my innocent intellect, which slowly, slowly, the father got rid of it with diligence. As a child, we watched a lot of movies. Hindi films used to have memorable songs in them, I could understand Hindi films by their dialogues, while I used to understand English films by visuals. That was also the age of radio. Film songs used to come on the radio, plays and stories were also heard every week. Papa's dictionary and encyclopedia at home would keep us in a careful posture.

Once Hindi saved me from being beaten up. It happened that a white seashell fish was hanging on the wall of the house. I liked her a lot. I thought, if I write below it - fish, then it will look more beautiful. When I had learned to write something new, I started writing on a stool with a blue chalk. I wrote the other six correctly. As soon as I put E's cap on top of La that my hand touched the fish and the fish fell down and broke down. My mother went to the room crying, 'Who broke the fish! Threatened me by slapping on my cheek, 'Aane de tere papa will be killed that she will forget to write and write. Papa came in the evening. Attention went to the wall 'Where did the fish go?' The mother pushed me forward and said, 'Ask this, what is the act of this.' Papa asked strictly, how did you break the fish! I agreed, 'Papa, we didn't break, we were writing his name under the fish, as soon as Lee put on his cap, the fish fell.' Surprised that Papa did not threaten to beat him. He took out a piece of paper from the desk and said, 'Show the fish by writing on it twenty times.