Reflections Of A Desi Mom

Remember the Art Mela that was orchestrated in the movie Taare Zameen Par?  I, J and my mom had the privilege to experience that in its full glory and charm at my daughter's school concert today.   The teachers and their team broke the monotony of performing in the auditorium and brought the thrill of performances in their own Open Air Amphitheater.  What a charming atmosphere we were welcomed to!  But wait - this sounds a little abrupt. Let me start from the last month or so when N began talking about the concert practice.  Initial days were the same old routine "Bore ho raha hai Mom.. Same old practice we have to do so many times.. Can I skip school today? etc etc. " (Honestly, even I was dreading less routine and more practice) It slowly progressed to exciting sharing of practice anecdotes. Toward the end of the month long practice sessions, her version had completely transformed to excitement, thrill and can't-wait...

The other day I played  in car while driving to the class.     N heard it the first time. She was in aww of it. I asked her why was she silent.. she answered that she was listening and thinking. (still very quiet) I probed  on what was she thinking about... Very sweetly she replied "I didn't understand it completely.. but whatever i did .. i was thinking about my friend - R. and my birds who love me. " After a garba night they both waited for their pizzas. both were cold but only 1 had the chunni. Their sharing just took away my breadth.. and i clicked without their knowledge!  We still had half way to reach so I explained the meaning..  On that she said "see that's why i was thinking about R! no matter what happens she is always there for me. Even when nobody comes and asks why am I sad she always does and sits with me. Makes sure i cheer up and then we go back to play.." 😇😇 Needless to say I had tears in my eyes..w...