Something stirred inside me today while teaching a 14 year old , 9th grader how to write the alphabet . You read right , today in my time at Cresecent-a Muslim girls home at payanapilly , I was teaching a 9th grader how to write the alphabet in a two line notebook .
In ninth grade , you and I were engrossed in quadratic equations and acing our 300 word essays , we had long surpassed the writing in a two line book stage and were too far out to even remember that such a phase existed in our early school years .
The girl in question was suffering from a writing disorder called dysgraphia , its certainly not as famous as its sister disorders like dyslexia and ADHD but the chances are it’s as common and the failure to understand it, is from our part.
The knowledge and the experience you gain while dealing and working with people struggling with such disorders , opens doors of gratitude within yourself .
While it does sound pretty narcissistic to be grateful of your abilities whilst encountering people who aren’t as fortunate , the reality is that a mere engagement with them is as humbling as any experience .
It just reminds you that the things we consider as the most fundamental of our abilities and which we often take for granted are in fact a blessing that most people are impaired of .
Simple joys like writing , creating and formulating your own ideas and thoughts in a way that only you can are in actually not such a common ability .
So like every other thing in life , letters too are not for granted .