Rapt In Nameless Reveries

I have very many fond memories of school and childhood. My school made me everything I am today. I went to a complicated all girls school. It was co-ed till 5th grade. The boys then transferred to the boy's school across the street and then avoided all eye contact with us after that weird transition. People took all modes of transportation to school. People drawn rickshaws, motorized rickshaws, auto rickshaws, vans, public buses and so on. Parent drop off was a rarity, not because our mothers worked, but because parent drop off was not a thing and the traffic that people had to beat to drive miles to get their kids to school that early in the morning was just not worth it. I was one of those kids that lived far away and had my grandpa drop me off  on the way to work every morning. My mom then arranged for a nanny of sorts to pick me up in the afternoon and bring home by public transport. So… school drop off line… Psssh… There is a yellow bus that transports my kids from home to sch...

I am blessed with two wonderful children. Becoming a parent is an eye opening experience in many ways. If you are one of those who are trying to raise a family in a country away from the one you grew up in, away from your natural support system and trying to make sure your children are integrated into the society they are growing up in, you are presented with a new set of challenges and opportunities. The challenges come from not being aware of certain customs, social rules, lunches and so on. The opportunities are what have excited me. It is almost like having a second shot at childhood. They are also largely dependent on the interests of your kids.  Musical instruments - if your kids are interested, then learn an instrument with them; board games - I had no idea how much I loved those; biking - I got myself a bike the moment both of them could ride theirs and we can ride around as a family now; books - the books my children expose me to, being an avid reader myself, I wonder how ...