Five. A milestone nonetheless. It is easy for me to keep loving you the way I have been doing so far. Helping you cross the road, making you open your mouth for a bite, or adjusting your…
My son will be five in August this year. Even after completing two years of his pre-school, he is reluctant and depressed while going to his new school. This is an account of day four of his school for how I try to prepare him for a school day.
While writing this post, I am sitting alone. I learnt to be alone first time when I was four, and my grandfather took a scared, angry, and crying Vinish to a nearby school. Sitting on the school building rooftop, I screamed harder and louder as an airplane…
