a small autobiography

In the realm of memories where i am forced to think even if i don't want to i find these years a mixture of transitions. The goods and the bads of people and of my own circle around the ups and downs of life as prominent features, sometimes supporting each other and sometimes going against eachother... Starting off from my mother's lap and then going to school with all those childish thoughts, weeping with my finger in my father's hand and then sitting on those small chairs, looking at those new faces with those strange and new looks, meeting miss qudsia who in a few days teaches us how to tie our lacis, then the daily assembly, then the 3rd class where miss bushra ordered us to say 2 rakat nafal after every assembly and on those small desks..and then after getting the pride of being a crescentarian i found myself in Gc where i encountered a different environment with a different pleasure and now those days of dependence have somewhat changed to independence and here i am watching the processes of an industry.the pride of uet is wid me..probably the most influencing and memorable time of my life.....these were some thoughts that came out in morning to form a small autobiography