Children... be yourselves
What stopped the writing bug in me from penning down my musings for years, were my two children who obviously needed my attention.What triggers the words now, is another child , an eight year old, charming little boy whom I very much adore. I have always been immensely impressed by the patience and interest which he had shown in learning drawing and painting from me. But I saw him breakdown when his mother narrated how he was nervous about the spelling contest the next day in school. For quite awhile he was inconsolable. Making an eight year old understand that winning a medal in a competition isn't the "be all and end all" in life is a hard task. But I couldn't stop myself from saying a few things to him which eventually stopped his cries and renewed his confidence in himself. The first thing I asked him was , "Is it because of someones' pressure that you have enrolled yourself for the competition?" He replied that it was a compulsory exe