Salute to my special Teachers

Another teacher's day.

And I realized that I have never publicly paid tribute to my first teachers, my Parents.

Right from correcting my blabbering and helping me to pronounce my first word correctly to sticking with me right through the most turbulent period of my life, that's my Parents, my teacher. They have rejoiced with me, shed tears for me and patiently tolerated my many follies.

(@ Jungfrau)

Baba and Ma not only taught me (and my siblings) to remain steadfast when things goes haywire, but has also showed, by setting examples, how to resist temptations and be my own best friend.

I am extremely grateful for the solid grounding that I received from them. This is helping me raise a wonderful child single handedly, translating the various hurdles as challenges and taking them head on without compromising my genetic grounding.

Love you, Ma and Baba.

Daughter's Gift

(Photograph clicked by Fr.Kenna S.J.)

I am so overwhelmed by the thoughtful gesture of my little daughter on my birthday, that I felt I ought to brag about it to all.

My daughter, Oashe, is just 8, a wonderful child and my pride. She is so creative and thoughtful with an empathic soul.

Her first instruction, after wishing me, " Ma, don't you dare to touch the broom today(metaphorically speaking).... I will clean the house once I return from school..."

Well, can any mother have a better gift than these words? The very fact that she said those words touched my soul to the very core.

In the evening, she surprised me with a really big, mouth-watering strawberry cake and some snacks.

The highlight of the evening was when she put up a puppet show, coining the story at the spur of the moment.This left me spell bound.

I hope all of you bless her so that she grows up to be an honest citizen of the world.