Dad was literate upto 5th standard only and that too of British era Urdu schools
he was good at mathematics
but probably he knew his possessions may not be of any worth so he was not keen on any thing
I remember he taught me how to calculate on fingers
I was a misfit at a platforms of infinite connotations
One day Dad brought a chimney for me
it was a kerosene lamp having a broad base with a broad chimney tapering at upper and lower base
the florescence of light was too pleasing
I used it whilst studying at late evening hrs
I remember insects used to be all around
but love
that romance
I see in you
and ricky
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