The Swing

This reminds me of...

How peaceful it used to be when I used to sit on the swing..

How beautiful it felt when I closed my eyes and I pushed myself up above the ground imagining that I was flying..

Those days where I had so much time to play..

The fights I had to just get the swing..

The fall I had from the swing and I was held and caressed by my mother..

The circles made intertwining the iron chains and getting giddy after that..

The challenges taken of who jumped the furthest from the swing..

The girl talks about toys and boys..

The time that singing and swinging was so much fun..

The wait for the evening to just go and swing..

This picture was taken at Priya's garden.

Understanding Children

"Sometimes we forget that children have just arrived on the earth. They are a little like aliens, coming into beings as bundles of energy and pure potential, here on some exploratory mission and they are just trying to learn what it means to be human. For some reason Dennis and I reached out into the universe and found each other. Never really know how or why. And discovered that I can love an alien and he can love a creature. And thats weird enough for both of us."
From the movie Martian Child (2007).
This is written in the book that David the adoptive father writes about his adopted son who thinks has come from Mars. A must see movie.

Finally a Good bye

Addressed to my class.
I'm glad it has ended...I don't have to see u guys again...at least not for another few months. I hated all of u. I hope I never get to work with u all...well can't really say, but anyway.

A personal goodbye to...
Pac, I am not ur 'best friend'... I have been rude, sarcastic to u...n u didn't get it...u kept coming back to me...dude...! Why are u staying in Bombay...grrr! I don't want to know anything more abt ur 'special powers'...!
Maj, Your rudeness is not gonna take u anywhere. stop thinking people are blaming u, are trying to hurt u...and plotting a scheme against u....gosh!
Yap, I'm glad u stuck around till the end...even though it was rough. I'm glad u are going back. I feel bad for u...but I know things will get better once u are back to your 'Kingdom' :)
Fus, U are superficial. Stop screaming...I can still hear ur screeching voice...eeeh!
Zam, Dude....I missed u like hell. U were one person in class I could actually call as my friend, talk on paper during lecture...laugh abt anything n everything...having u around made it easier to glide through most of the year. I won't forget the little trips to mocha's...harbour line platforms... :) I hope u are doing fine.
Char, One thing...good u left...another thing...I missed having u around. I am not 'excessively happy' it was bcuz of U n Zam who used to make me feel happy. I shall meet u very soon.
Ast Ber, Don't simply include me in ur plans. I am not even acknowledged by u wen I'm in class.
Step Sav, U guys must start a recipe blog or something, not like I appreciate it or enjoy ur recipes...dude that is all u guys talked about whenever we sat for lunch together....ehh!
Nei, Grow up.
Bel Dil, I thought u guys were nice....but u are not. Bel stop thinking u conquer the world...cuz u don't. But yeah all the very best to both of u with ur centre...and for everything. I shall visit it someday.
Pan Rul Vep Sub, Ma'am there's no point apologizing wen the damage is already done. U call urselves special educators... have patience, understand ur students, every individual is different...this is what u taught us.
MRs, LDs, VIs... All the very best guys. Yes there are some nice moments that I can look back at and smile. Anyway take care.

Teach. Touch lives. Grow.

One whole year...

Yeah it's been one whole year.... since we parted ways.
I remember this day...last year... all we did was fight.
Bitter. Tears. Anger. Frustration. Anguish. Love.
I met you four times in this year. Four times.
I was fine. You were fine. But it wasn't the same.
I cried a hell lot of times.
I still cry.
I miss you... I want you to know that.
I know things have changed...You have changed...I have changed.
I don't know how many more years to come will it be like this... but one year has gone.
I love you...I still do....and I want you to know that.