During my school days and boyhood days, I lived with my grandmother in the village. She used to wake me up in the morning and prepare me for the school. She accompanied me to school. She treated me as a friend. There was a turning point in our friendship when my parents called us to the city. Now I went to an English school in the motor bus. I was taught English, Science and Music. She could not help me in my studies. She hated Science, Music and Western Education. We still shared the same room, but talked less and less. When I joined the university. I was given a separate room and our common link of intimacy was finally snapped.