It has been blustry and damp since last night. While coming back from work, we had rain all the way home on Airport Road. At night, winds started howling and I love the sound of winds blowing through the small crevices in the closed windows. The wind was and is cold even this morning. My son finally ordered me to put some socks on for him, something he has not worn in close to 6 months.
My son had his second day in nursery at Vibgyor School in Marathahalli yesterday. The school decided to split kids in his playschool class between 7 sections of nursery. So, now all the friends of my son are split up. He hated his 1st day of school. However, for the second day, a friend of his from our apartment complex got admitted into his section. I thought that would make a difference! No way!! Both were crying incessantly. It was like triveni sangam of Ganga-Jamuna-Saraswati in full flow from the eyes of the two. Luckily, an old teacher of DS saw him crying and took him to the class. He came out smiling at the end of the hour which was a relief for me. While I know that the initial days after a long vacation are tough for young kids, you still feel bad when they long for you, raise their arms towards you to pick them up, hold on to your legs all the while filling the eyes with liquid called tears.
I asked him what he did in the class and he told me that he asked Madam for a biscuit and got it. At least he seems to be asking for things now instead of shying away. A funny incident happened last night while I was telling him a story about Karodimal. This is all I told him in Gujarati:
"There was a man named Karodimal. He was a kanjoos (miser)".
I then asked him " Do you know what kanjoos is?" He said "Yes, Kanjoos is Karodimal." :)
I had a good laugh. Thus ended last night.
My son had his second day in nursery at Vibgyor School in Marathahalli yesterday. The school decided to split kids in his playschool class between 7 sections of nursery. So, now all the friends of my son are split up. He hated his 1st day of school. However, for the second day, a friend of his from our apartment complex got admitted into his section. I thought that would make a difference! No way!! Both were crying incessantly. It was like triveni sangam of Ganga-Jamuna-Saraswati in full flow from the eyes of the two. Luckily, an old teacher of DS saw him crying and took him to the class. He came out smiling at the end of the hour which was a relief for me. While I know that the initial days after a long vacation are tough for young kids, you still feel bad when they long for you, raise their arms towards you to pick them up, hold on to your legs all the while filling the eyes with liquid called tears.
I asked him what he did in the class and he told me that he asked Madam for a biscuit and got it. At least he seems to be asking for things now instead of shying away. A funny incident happened last night while I was telling him a story about Karodimal. This is all I told him in Gujarati:
"There was a man named Karodimal. He was a kanjoos (miser)".
I then asked him " Do you know what kanjoos is?" He said "Yes, Kanjoos is Karodimal." :)
I had a good laugh. Thus ended last night.
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