Now coming into the incidents of this story. I am starting from those incidents which I can vaguely remember from my childhood days when I was approxi...mately 10 years old. My Mom’s School was very much nearby to our home and so usually she used to come home at 1:00 PM. One day my school declared a holiday as one board member of my school has expired and I came back from school at around 2:30 pm. I knew that mom would be at home. But when I reached my home I saw my uncle’s scooter as well parked. A subcommittee will pursue the details.With each point I include a brief transcript of how the topic might be presented. What talk about talking when you can write it?1) Grammar and vocabulary related to the topic of interest.“Today we’ll talk about similes and metaphors. How about some ideas describing something long and hard? Please not ‘steel shaft.””2) Literature. Consider Victorian literature, for example. Here are a couple of lines from “Miss Coote’s Confession, or the Voluptuous. “Uh, daddy John. I’ve got something to confess.” She said softly“I’m not a priest Tania, but you can tell me anything.” I said smiling.She seemed to be close to tears, but she managed to control herself. “Daddy John, I lied to you earlier . . . I hadn’t, haven’t, lost the collar. I left it in your room.” She ran to me and hid her face in my chest. “I’m sorry daddy John.” She started to sob.What could I do with her? I held her close and patted her back saying, “That’s alright Tania, I knew you. He was oblivious to her attempts to catch his attention, that was until she stood next to him and asked if she could join him for breakfast. He looked up from his newspaper and gestured for her to accompany him. She was delighted, thinking that she might, just might, be able to lure him away with her, to her secluded part of the beach.They enjoyed breakfast together, exchanging several holidaying tales which made them both laugh out loud on numerous occasions. They were not aware of the fact.