Apparently lighting a gas to master an omelette deserved the same fan fare as burning the midnight oil.But the strange part was that it did not upset me at all. (ok, medium sized) bag!And today, that very same gold medal with its yellow ribbon now striped in blue was being awarded to my mother's cook. Decades of 'nerdiness' fit, zipped and forgotten in one small. This was what all my years of extreme hard work and umpteen sacrifices had boiled down to. In a grand prize distribution ceremony, the principal of my school had awarded it to me for 'academic excellence' amidst loud cheers from my parents and several others.Now rummaging through the remaining contents of the bag that my nephew had unearthed from a long forgotten corner of my mother's house, I realized that that medal was one among many others. On closer inspection I realized that the 'gold medal' now in his (freakishly strong) possession once belonged to me. A visit to my mother's house one day, revealed the apple of my eye, my two year old nephew armed with a bright blue marker merrily scribbling all over what looked like a rusted, old medal.
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