Life is full of lessons that are taught to us in small increments.
When we first moved to Bengaluru, we stayed at a rented place in Rajajinagar. Since both mom and dad worked, I would finish school and go to the Acharyas who were our neighbors, where I would stay until mom came back. Usually, there’d be milk and biscuits and snacks to keep me busy, plus Ahalya aunty being a wonderful conversationalist, would keep me engaged asking me what I learnt (that was a short conversation), etc etc.
I remember one day picking up a letter that was lying around and started reading it loudly. Aunty immediately took the letter away from me and told me gently but firmly that letters were private and should only be read by who it’s written to. I was in first grade when this advice was given to me, that was nearly 50 years ago.
I have never forgotten that lesson.
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