The long summer vacations ended and the rainy school days have started and all kids busy going to school. And my lovely lil nandu is all set with her new bag and new books and off to her new school , with many new friends and new class teacher. I know she misses her old buddies in her earlier school , but she is kind of person who is used to changes and gets adapted well and am proud of it, as she never troubled me or questioned me much regarding that, or probably I have given enough answers to her unasked questions.
Whenever I think of back to school days, I recollect the fond memories of the rain ,the bus journey to school , and wet uniforms that’s drenched in the rain , which i loved to do , in spite of feeling cold , and of course , the smell of the fresh leaflets in the text books. Whenever I get new books to study , it inspires me to go through the pages , i always loved the smell of a new book , of course only the fresh ones, not the books that becomes a rubbish after months of usage.
The last few days before the reopening we spend time by covering all her new books and labelling them , something lil hectic i felt , still no other go , I have to do it. I kept looking at the pages of her books , all colourful and lovely. I just wish I was still a school going kid.
On the first day , it was quite a short school time for her, but the next day , my younger one was lil sad , while coming back from her sister’s school , as I felt she missed her big sissy , of course even I do , but I know for her future she has to go to school. When I went back to pick her back from school , seeing her big sis coming running to us, she jumped up with joy , she was so excited, to be back with her (at least she has someone to play and fight with) .
I have to compromise with the idea of school , I wish my kids were just my small lil babies , who will always be in my arms , and I can just hold them tightly so that no one can ever hurt them.