Fitting in

Desperate sobs wracked her tiny frame as she stood there alone, clutching her doll.
A bunch of girls played close by ignoring her with deliberate ease. Not one made a move to approach her .. to soothe, to befriend, to console.
Why would they? Wasn’t it they who had refused to include her?
“Just look at that monster,” they’d said, laughing at her.
Her crime?
Her doll didn’t ‘fit in’.

Who said children couldn’t be cruel?

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And with that nine-liner we kick off the week-long Festival of Words at Write Tribe. Today we were required to write a piece of fiction consisting of exactly nine sentences.
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G is for ‘Something Good in everything’

H has a mentally challenged child in his class, A. H often talks about him and enjoys being with him because, “A is most fun to be with. His brain works differently ma,” he explained to me (No doubt as explained to him by his teacher).

A few days back he said it was A’s birthday and asked for a gift for him. I’m not big on gifts, (I prefer cards), but when H insisted I wrapped a small one for him.

I forgot about it till this Saturday when I went for the Parent-Teacher meet. During the conversation his teacher said, “A’s mum has asked specially to convey her regards to you. She had tears in her eyes, so touched was she with H’s gift for A…..:,”. I was beginning to puzzle over, what I thought was, a bit of an overreaction, for a small gift. Then, continued H’s teacher, “…specially after A had attacked him a day earlier”.

That made me sit up. How come H didn’t mentioned this? H, who shows me every tiny hurt.

I took it up with him. “Did A hurt you?” I asked.
“Yes mama. He didn’t want me to sit at his desk but teacher had asked me to, so when I went and sat he got angry. But then teacher came and helped me.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked.
“Because it was only A. He doesn’t mean to be bad. He gets angry sometimes. I’ve told you na, his brain works differently,” was his reply.

This was H
– who remembers every single real or perceived injury and insult for ages.
– who doesn’t pause to think before landing a punch at his sister.
– for whom I went to a counsellor when he was 3, because he couldn’t control his anger.

Oh he’s come a long long way. I was so proud….
…of H for not holding a grudge, for being so mature.
.. and of their school for practising ‘inclusive education’ in its true sense.

It cannot be easy. I’ve heard other parents complaining and do perhaps understand their concerns for their children. However, now I see how positive it can be to have A in the same class, not just for him but for the other children as well. (What is required, is perhaps a little more help and vigilance from caretakers).

Isn’t this what differently abled children need? Not pity, not special schools, not special treatment.. Just a matter of fact understanding that they do things differently, react differently, that they are ‘different’, not less not more, than the other kids.

And a HUGE HUGE thank you to A for bringing out the best in my son and for introducing me to a whole new side of him.

There really is “Something Good in everything”.

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Linking to ABC Wednesday . Do click on the link for more great entries.

100 Happy Days – Week 7

Over a month ago I took up the 100 Happy Days Challenge  (in a simplified version though) and I cannot believe I’m still here and enjoying it ever more. After last week’s slump I’m back in my happy space and so this week’s list is overflowing yet again. Picking and choosing from my favourites ..

Here’s what made me happy this week

1. Red red strawberries

This year marks the beginning of my affair with strawberries. The first time I had them years ago I remember feeling let down because I expected them to be much sweeter having been exposed to the shake first. But this year the tangy taste, part sweet-part sour, has taken me over completely (I’ve no clue why). And when I do get an unexpectedly sweet one, it’s just a bonus. Sounds like a life-lesson, doesn’t it – Accept people with their sweetness and sourness and you come to love them.. that’s strawberry philosophy for you!

2. Humming an old favourite

I heard H humming do re mi from his music class at school and that made me dig out my Sound of Music CD. After a long long time I revisited A few of my favourite things. Fun! By the way did you know do re mi has a sa re ga ma version that goes ….Sa se sagar yeh gehra sagar, re se  railgari dauri, ga se gana sab ko sunana…that’s as much as I gathered from H.

3. Love notes in funny languages

That’s H’s special language.

4. Getting to choose from a happy bunch

I picked Malala. It’s an amazing book about an amazing girl and her equally amazing family.

5. A lazy Saturday morning

Know what’s even better than waking up late? It’s that time when you are awake yet don’t need to get out of bed. Bliss!

6. Amazing reviews at the kids’ Open House

I’m not talking of academics here. Watch out for my next post. For now I’ll just say, I felt a very proud mum this Saturday.

7. Face timing ..

It was a first for me though I’ve been an iPad user for almost a year now. What fun it was catching up with my sister, my dad and a dear friend too.

Come on guys let me hear from you.. what made you happy this week?

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Linking up also to Marathon Bloggers for the last day of our week-long Feb challenge ‘A story for every picture, a picture for every story” and today’s prompt is ‘Red’.




It’s a date

Goa beaches are crazily crowded in December. Yet we spotted this young couple
holding hands as they quietly watched the sunset, oblivious to it all. 

Off to Goa yet again for today’s prompt. Can it get better than this? Cool sand beneath your feet, the waves swishing gently, the sun cooling down in all its glory and the sound of laughter all around… it’s beautiful. There’s no place like Goa in the winter.

Of course it’s another matter that we were there with a huge battalion. And that was an altogether a different kind of date, equally unforgettable though.

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We’re on Day 6 of the Marathon Bloggers week long Challenge .‘A story for every picture, a picture for every story” and today’s prompt is ‘Date’.



Tea time poetry

It’s Day 5 at the Marathon Bloggers week long Feb fest, ‘A story for every picture, a picture for every story” and today’s prompt is ‘Tea.’


And so dear all.. coming up for today’s prompt is some very cheesy chai poetry :-)).

N learnt to make tea recently and has now been
promoted as my official tea-maker.  You should see
how proud she is, specially since H is the
acknowledged family chef .

Brew it, boil it.. make it any way
no matter how you like it, it’ll brighten your day.

Some like it black, some like it green,
Some like it simply with a dash of cream.

Some like it spicy with ginger and cinnamon
tulsi and mint, peppercorns and cardamom.
This one’s hot and’ll make your eyes all blurry
It does make one wonder is it tea or is it curry?

Orange and vanilla, lemon tea and peach tea
These fruit salad teas are completely beyond me!
Some like in their bouquet, Jasmine and Chamomile
But all of these teas only make me smile.

As for me, the cup that makes my day,
Can be made almost any way.
It may be too weak or it may be too strong,
there are also times when it’s isn’t even warm.
But it has that flavour, the one I like best
It’s the flavour of love that tastes the best.