I used to wonder why my siblings don’t really show up in my childhood memories. But I have several snippets of memory with strong emotions in them with my mom. I still remember how deeply hurt I was when my mother left me in the company of her colleagues in the school where she taught mathematics and gone to the bank nearby. I still see the small boy of 9 years weeping his heart out while the adults around me were taking jibes at me. My world was my mom till I became a teenager. She was very keen to teach me mathematics whenever she found spare time and grew up liking mathematics more and more everyday.