My Brief Autobiography - When I was one, I would kick my mother out of the bed. When I was two, I would jump out of a mat and asked my mother to clap. When I was three, I thought one knelt not to touch the feet but footwears of elders, so whenever I saw a lay chappal or a shoe, I would pay my deepest regards to the cobbler who sewed. (Continued in caption)


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