Melodies of Life (Turlapati nagabhushana Rao)

The  house  that I loved   But to reach there, first I needed to take a rickshaw, then catch a bus.   After almost three hours of travel, I had to walk a little distance.   Only then that house would appear.   During the summer holidays, if I wanted to go from Mangalagiri to my Chinnammamma’s house  (grandmother’s sister)  near the old bus stand in Nandigama  -  this entire journey was compulsory.   I must have been eight or nine years old then.   Even today, that house is very special to me.   So special that a single object I saw there gave me an identity in life —   a motivation that helped me reach the recognition of a National Level Talent Award.   What was that object?   How did it change my life?   I will try to explain.   There, a small wooden plank was fixed high on the wall, near the switchboard —   far above the reach of children like me.   A box was placed on that plank. ...