 Two years of
daily school, hard work and some play ... Zehn Dutta was going to graduate. The
black gown and hat were going to be donned. My 3 year old was going to graduate
to Juniour school, Kindergarten, a momentous occasion for us, parents.
Two years of
daily school, hard work and some play ... Zehn Dutta was going to graduate. The
black gown and hat were going to be donned. My 3 year old was going to graduate
to Juniour school, Kindergarten, a momentous occasion for us, parents. Seeing them off
were the faculty members... talking us through their academic year with loads
of pictures of their various activities... pyjama party, grocery shopping,
nature walk, regular school activities,.. each teacher of the nursery batch
spoke so lovingly of their students. Zehn's class teacher, Miss Rupali was
openly sobbing away.
Seeing them off
were the faculty members... talking us through their academic year with loads
of pictures of their various activities... pyjama party, grocery shopping,
nature walk, regular school activities,.. each teacher of the nursery batch
spoke so lovingly of their students. Zehn's class teacher, Miss Rupali was
openly sobbing away.
At the end of
the speeches, I asked for the mic to thank them for taking care of our
precious babies. 
Miss Mamta, her
playschool teacher is a sweetheart. As I would be travelling on work, she would
slip notes inside Zehn's diary to keep me abreast of what was happening in
school. 
And while we
talked, laughed and cried, the tiny tots were busy having fun, running around,
playing catch catch as all rambunctious kids do.



 
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