MY SERENDIPITY
veryone has this one person who
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comes into their life and makes it
brighter and teaches you things and so
on. They might stay or leave. My
unsung hero is my mother’s eldest
sister’s husband; basically, my uncle.
When I was younger, and in Sharjah,
U.A.E, I used to be lonely, and even
though I had friends or the so-called
friends, I missed the joys of meeting and
being with my cousins and relatives. I
would be very jealous of them henever
there was an occasion or a family
function, as I couldn’t be there. I would
visit India once in two years or a year
during my summer vacation, and that
was around July-August. All my cousins
and relatives would be busy then.
My salvation came in the form of my
uncle, who had come to visit us in
Sharjah for a trip, of course, with my
aunt.
We had a great time together. And
used to live within a year’s time, at the
end of my 8th grade, they shifted to
Sharjah as residents, as my uncle had
gotten a job there.
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They lived within a 100m radius of
my apartment.I still remember; I
would go to learn physics from
him, and social sciences from my
aunt. And my cousin brother (their
son),
was jealous that they
didn’t teach him when he was
young.
They,
too,
treated
me
as their daughter. Even during my
9th
and
10th
summer
vacation,
I refused to come to
India
with
my parents;
I’d
stayed with them. My uncle was a
unique person. He was very likable,
jovial, and no one could resist his
charms. Wherever he went, laughter
followed. He would come and
then make fun of me, tease me
and bait me into stuff I would
never do, but it was fun.
He became like a second father to
me along with my aunt as my
second mother. He taught me not
to care about what others say
and to not react. This raised
my
level
of confidence which
was low back then, and taught me
to be witty.