They sent me to school.

My mother said, you don't stare here and there.

Pay attention to the teacher.

I went and paid attention to teacher.

The kind of attention they would have never received in their life.

So, initially they're talking something.

I kind of understood what they're trying to say.

Then after some time I realized, they're just making noises.

I'm making up the meanings in my head.

See, if I start speaking in any of the South Indian languages right now,

it'll be just sounds for you,

isn't it? Or if you can speak Farsi, it's just sound for me.

Mm-hmm.

Language is a conspiracy between both of us. I make one sound, you make up the meaning.

So when I realized, I was just four and a half, I realized they're just making sounds.

I'm the one who's making meanings in my head.

Hour after hour different teachers come, they make noises, noises and go.

So I decided not to make meanings out.

If we just listen to it, full attention.

I'm listening, listening, listening, the funny sounds they're making, making, making.

It was so amusing that a big smile spread on my face.

But they were not amused.

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