Poems for KHUSHI

 12th September 2020 When we read a story, we enter a new world; a world which sometimes seems very much similar to ours and sometimes just like a dream. And as we progress through the pages we unknowingly become a part of this fascinating world. A sense of belongingness starts to creep through our bones and captures our minds and hearts like a traitor. A few days back, wearing my invisibility cloak, I entered the world of March Family or it would be more appropriate to say March sisters- Meg, Jo, Beth and Amy. I was immediately drawn towards these sisters as each was similar to the other yet was different in her own way. Meg’s simplicity and dreams took me back to my 17 years old self when I too had my perfect ‘castle in the air’ in my head. Jo’s ferocity and determination reminded me of the times when I was too adamant to not give up on my dreams easily. Thirteen years old Beth’s humility and gratitude reminded me that there is a sense of pleasure in doing things for others,...

  5 th June, 2006   I started my career as a Pre-Primary teacher in one of the reputed schools of Nagpur. At 21, I had just finished my Post Graduation in Human Development and was full of energy and confidence to start my new life in the field of Education. I still remember that day in the month of May, 2006 when I received the call from the school, congratulating me for being appointed as a Nursery (age 3-4) teacher. I was on the top of the moon and was ready to implement everything that I have learned during my Post graduation practical sessions with kids.  I was the youngest teacher in the school and was welcomed by everyone with open arms. The Principal of the school was not only a knowledgeable lady but also very humble. She always welcomed new ideas and encouraged us to think out of the box during the training sessions. We started working almost a month before the students would join for the new academic year. Charts, lesson plans, flash cards, manipulative, books...