When I was transferred to Kolkata last year, the kid was supposed to get into Class - I. Oh, what an age I thought; here I thought it would be bereft of known people / acquaintances / too large a friends' Circle and hence my attention would be to be with him and see him grow during the formative years of his life. Five / Six years of age is neither a small age nor a senior one either; but its been almost a year and I today found the time to pen my thoughts.
Why pen, because at least let me record certain developments which I observe and the interactions which bring out the sparkle in him or the one-liners which he makes proving thereby loudly that he has grown (at least not a kid anymore) or the sketches which he makes after going through the story part of the story book and the pictorial part of the story book. All this since, I have been missing the elementary phases, the grasping days, the fun of coming a cross a new word, the fun of seeing something come out of scribbling/sketching.
Somewhere deep inside while their is a guilt of not giving enough attention, there is a degree of pride about whatever intelligentsia he has acquired till now and there is as I always believe a sense of indebtedness to the Almighty for making him whatever he is.
I have decided to collate the writings into 3 categories namely
a. Learning: where I have the luxury of knowing something,
b. Sharing: where I again have the privilege of teaching him something and
c. Anything miscellaneous
Hope to see many write-ups.
The kid has no clue about this excercise which I have taken upon myself; hope he admires (at least does not detest) this effort. I believe, it shall be a large collation by the time he becomes sensible enough to understand / comprehend this.
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