I remember the first time I dreamt about its beautiful silver colour, the wide screen, and the lovely key board fascinated me so much that I started to crave for it like anything.

Yes, it was a computer. Most of my friends in class owned a computer at home. I used to envy them when they used to boast about their computer project work, their computer games and more. It had become a passion for me to own a computer.

I remained in my own computer world and my mother noticed this. One fine morning she called me and asked me what was it that haunted me. I gave my prompt answer — computer. For a while she kept quiet and then she smiled and promised to buy me one, if I showed improvement in the upcoming examination.

I started to study day and night and my mother kept a close watch. It was time for the third term examinations and I put all my effort into it. When the results were announced, I had come second.

My mother’s face beamed with happiness and pride but my happiness knew no bounds when she gifted me my own personal computer. My hard work had paid off. Today even I can say I own a computer and this computer has helped me a lot to increase my knowledge. Thank you mom.