Sometimes I feel that we are forgetting the melodiousness and sweetness of our (my) mother tongue. With this language my life has started. With my mom repeating the same words again and again .And, I observing my mother’s lip
synchronization was able to emulate and repeat the same like a parrot. Slowly my learning process started. My mom repeatedly made me to write the alphabets on a slate. Slowly learning from my mom I could understand the surroundings. I’ve grown with it learning to speak and write.
I dreamed and I dream’t in this language. I made friends with help of this language. I was able to make long-lasting relationships from this. I laughed. I cried. My thoughts are made (influenced) with this language. I am made up with this language. This, my mother tongue is going to stay with me until my last breath ….on this universe….
Not that my journey is different. Almost everyone might be having similar reminiscence in their hearts within their own memories.
Here is my accolade to empower my mother tongue that is dwindling:
Note: Not in English