Granny taught the virtues of seven colors of justice in Nammu's eye
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Dictionary of Nammu was different and really special. Weather gathers her a varieties of seasons saying four but she add glorious season in every seasons. She used to help her sisters to comb her long hair, she used to make her own sleeky straight hair into two plaits. She would love to eat Ladies Finger on her platter and she never dares to give anyone except her little brother Sondesh. She was in her own charm whenever any guest came into her home and give her best mutual feelings of exchanging smile and gratitude. When she was a toddler her granny herself used to cook various delicacies and never enter her grand daughters to cook in their kitchen. She was so lucky enough she didn't know of hand burns during cooking and sweating a litre of agonies while serving. Yet she know what is there on other plates so she strive to give her best to her kiths and kins.
One day, she went to her school as usual and during maths period teacher asked all of the students about their home assignments. She was on cloud nine as she had burn her midnight oil for this assignment and she was all ready to set her copy infront of the teacher. She started to search her homework copy alas!she was nervous enough for getting her copy. She remembers she had kept her assignment on her study table and in a cloudy mood she says she forgot to bring her homework copy. Her teacher couldn't manage to control his fury thinking it of an lame excuse. He started to give good thrashing in her hands and legs which bore the swelling of the deepest blue tattoo and a scar over her fingers. Her friends tries to rescue her by defaming his beatings but they couldn't. They all took Nammu to their home as a friendship ritual and told her granny about the staggering walk as she could notice how brokenly she was striding.
Her granny anger reach no par as Nammu was in a feverish state. She took her note copy and went to the principal room calling the math teacher name. This was the first call of Granny as she was brutally hurt. She makes him stand unto the Principal office and complains about the rough thrashing of the teacher. First of all Principal took in a simplistic way as his perception was no student can be a good student without getting a thrash and nammu was no exception. But in no seconds she brings her feverish granddaughter and her friends, showing the atrocities of wounds and scars on her right thumb, principal was numb. She show her homework copy which nammu had did and warned the principal that they all children won't be coming school if such atrocities repeats again and again. Principal couldn't utter a word as she was the first female who came into his school. As women of that time used to cover their faces in the longest veil but she was in her own fashion who had an audacity to morph the muscles of injustice when it is needed. Math teacher came to his softest wrap and take his toll to apologize for the abject behavior and promise to look after the things. Feverish Nammu was taken care under the love of her granny and she was draped in a beautiful family feeling that what is the definition of true love and the way that never to node when there lays an opportunity then.
She spoke up when she feel the boundaries to salvage the people's atrocities. This was the great assignment that fate has given her into. Fate gave her a pen of fighting spirit and she passed it into her genes. She did till her dead end. Her petals started sprouting for growing injustices and stand as a brave student in her class.
She never deposited her sand of distrust upon her self. She allows her sunflower of happiness in her root of happiness. She allow every seasons to see her watery, spiky, scorching, iceberg mode but she never gave up her study. She worked out every dead bones to let her wake in..
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