It was a warm and dark place. I heard many voices, are they talking about me? I was born on December 29th 2002. When I was born, I looked at the world around me with my fuzzy eyes. Later, my parents named me 'soorya'.Well it is a boy name. I thought it was kind of cool for a girl to have a boy name. my name soorya means The Light; Power; The Sun. Life will be good when you are a baby. You don't need to work or read all those sine, cosine or whatever. All you need to do is eat, sleep and repeat.

We can't stay as a baby forever. We must move on and grow. Some people judge a person character by their appearance. But sometimes what you see is not real. Most of the people think that  I am innocent. But that's not true. I may look innocent, but the things I do and my behaviour is different from my appearance like **Pickles and chocolates**.

Soon my dad got a promotion. We moved to a city called Chennai. I had a neighbour friend Ajith. Ajith is a heart patient. He was 5 years old. I spent most of the time playing with him. One day, I called Ajith to my house to play. We played hide and seek and other board games. Soon we got bored of it. So, we started to draw some pictures or scribble in the notebook a pen. My dad had a paid vacation on that day. 

After a while, Dad got a call. He took his passport and documents and came to the living room. He sat on the chair and kept the passport and documents on the table. He had a call from his office and went out.

Myself and Ajith ran out of pages. I went and searched for notebooks to draw. A bunch of papers and a small notebook caught in my eyesight. Well I didn't know it was an important document. I don't know anything about the document and the passport. I took the documents gave to myAjith and I took the passport and we started to draw or scribble. After 5 min, my Dad came back again. He noticed that the passport and documents were missing.

Then my Dad noticed the documents and passport with us. My Mom came just in time. My Dad was startled.

Mom asked Dad what happened?. Dad said"Look our little devil made a beautiful art in my passport and documents"

Well you might be thinking that I would have been gotten into so much big trouble. But I didn't end up that way. My Mom and Dad didn't say a word or do anything to Me. Guess why...I was a child who didn't know anything and had an innocent face.

Well my dear folks, what I am trying to say is: DONT'T JUDGE A BOOK BY IT'S COVER...