11

I remember I's so ecstatic that day. Dada Abbu had taught me the multiplication table of number 11. And I was so glad something could be so simple. And so easy. And comforting. And smooth. I skipped around. And sang it loud. 11 ones are 11. 11 twos are 22. 11 threes are 33...And I'd stop at 11x9=99 and I'd start it again with 11 ones are 11...

I just didn't know 11x10=110 or 11x11=121...My world ended at 99.

Now that I look back, I think our childhood is just like number 11. When we are living it, it seems so simple. And easy. And comforting. And smooth. And then one day we enter the doorsteps of adulthood and suddenly its complicated. You find out the frightening facts. And you see the inner 11 of you transforming into a difficult entity. You find out it is the smallest two-digit prime number in the decimal base. Or that Sodium has an atomic number; 11. And the player wearing 11 will usually play on the left-hand side, as in soccer.

Just like life and time. You gradually come to know how the easier,simpler days are so over!




PS: Oh, and that the F11 key toggles full screen viewing mode in Mozilla FireFox. 11! The Panoramic View of Life!
:)