Under 9

So , I was thinking what should I write on this Friday. Mind was brewing up a lot of stories but heart wanted to pen down some unsaid thoughts. Yeah, unsaid, for many years and will remain so !

When I was in school, I had a friend, a “Hi-Hello” friend actually. Our talks were mostly limited to greeting each other with a “Good Morning”, passing courteous smiles and waving “Bye” at the end of the day. She had her own “gang” of friends and I had mine. We belonged to very different sect of friends, behaviorally & socially. I will not get into the differences because it doesn’t matter….for this blog. May be some other day….I would write about that too.

During one of her weak moments, when she was outcast-ed from her gang, she confessed how much she hated her “so called” friends and was being forced to be with them. Yes, she was being forced, by her parents to be with “those” kids, because her parents wanted her to be like them. I was intrigued, because I saw kids being compared everywhere, at home, at school, at parties, at family gatherings and so on.

Today, when I look back, I find how many childhoods were ruined because of comparison. And I am thankful to those parenting articles which are creating awareness in new age parents to let the child be, a child. BUT, do you think it has stopped or even reduced?

No, a definite NO.

I was out for my evening walk the other day and was chatting with a friend, whose son takes the same class as mine. And she informed me that one of their common friends has joined a class and is being coached for “under 9” tournament. I had a sudden pang of a feeling that I can’t describe and said, “Oh god, so they are also stuck in the viscous circle of “under””!!! I have no doubts about the child’s capabilities, but all I can see is another under 9 child being pushed into a shark tank. And he has to keep floating, because his parents are tied to the same rope as he is and if he drowns, they drown too !!

When I was a kid, comparison was with cousins and friends, now its with 100 stranger kids, whom WE think are better. Why are we doing this to our children? I don’t have an answer. I am a culprit too. My son, once was passionate about a game, today also he plays, he wins medals and trophies too, but the passion is missing. I ask myself, why? Because we, parents, teachers and society, made him believe that he is capable, of doing wonders. And that belief was shattered, when he lost in games, again and again. He picked himself up after every lost game and played the next one with the same zeal, but for how long? Even the toughest of players have bad days.

So the new age term for new age parents is “under x”. Parents take pride in saying, “our kid is participating in under 7, or under 9 or under some tournament”. What they fail to understand is that, their kid is just under 9 and next year he wont be, so instead of pushing him or her to do something which he doesn’t want to or can’t, may be for once, let him truly be “under 9”.

Let them explore what a 9 year old kid should, let them engage in various activities, chose what they like and discard what they don’t. We as parents and our kids should learn to accept their natural capabilities and weaknesses. Because acceptance brings in a sense of satisfaction and also a sense of competition, with own-self.

My advice to all new parents, don’t succumb to the pressures of society, be a mom and dad to your child, scold him, stand for him, pat his back when he wins, hug him when he looses, but never ever say, “look…..your friend got a trophy in under 9 tournament, what are you doing?” Believe me, they will soon be under 11 and you wont even realize where those 2 precious years of their childhood vanished.

High Heels

Meher felt uneasy, she turned to her side, trying to shield her ears with her cushion. Words that fell on her ears sounded like noise. She tried hard to sleep. But the dreams that filled her eyes and mind were disturbing. She didn’t see her fairy angel this time.

She woke up startled, and started kicking, trying to grab attention. Like always, kicking did not go unnoticed. Meher felt the pat and heard those magical words, “hey baby, so you are awake. Don’t worry, mamma is here. Are you hungry?”. Meher kicked again. “I knew” a pat with a chuckle. “You know what, mamma is hungry too. Lets eat something sweet”.

Meher felt content, and she dozed off in dreams coated with the sweetness of her mother’s words! “Mother’s womb is such a beautiful place to be”, she thought. But what was that noise?

Meher’s entry to the world was marked with bitter and sweet moments. At the age of 2, she was judged for being short, like her mother. At 5, she was advised to practice wearing heels when she grows up, if she wanted to grab a good husband. At 9, she was made fun of, for being the shortest girl in her class. “Nobody can see you”, everyone would laugh at her.

She would come crying to her mom, “Why am I not tall like other girls mamma? Why is being visible so important?. Her mamma had no answers, she was advised to eat protein rich diet during her pregnancy to have a tall baby. Meher was judged even before she was born. All her mamma could say was, “Don’t worry baby, mamma is here. I will buy you a beautiful pair of heels and then you will also be visible”.

At the age of 12, heels became Meher’s best friend. She wore them like a pro, blocks, stilettos, cone…she adored her heels for giving her, that much needed visibility.

At 13, she was hit by lightening. Her heels would not be able to help her anymore. She was covered from tip to toe in a black naqab. “Why were they all so worried about my height, if all they wanted was to cover me up?” she complained. She wanted to rebel, but her mamma stopped her. “It will not help you Meher. Find your own heels, and then everyone will see you”.

She found solace in books and read as much as she could. Meher was a natural at stage, an extempore speaker. Her voice would wake up the most sleepy heads in an auditorium. The shortest girl of the class started representing her school in debates.

College was a dream come true, she took a bold step to change her naqab into a hijab, but heels still remained her favorite. Now she had a face and also those heels, to make her stand out in the crowd. She was visible enough. Meher became an integral part of drama and oratory club. Her dream was to be a great orator, and she chose an idol for her. “I would be like him, one day”, she promised herself secretly.

“Hey Meher, director is calling you”, her friend called. Meher rushed towards the director’s room. She had good grades and she was outstanding at extracurricular activities, so there was nothing to worry about. “May be, there is an event coming up and they want me to compere for it” she guessed.

“Hello Sir, did you call me?” she opened the shaded glass door of director’s room after knocking once.

“Yes, Meher, please come in. I wanted to talk to you about an event”, director declared.

So she was right. She sinked into the chair and listened attentively.

“We have a special guest coming in next week and we want you to plan out a 2 hour program. It should be based on nationality, challenges of current generation and the changes that your generation want to see around you. I want you to take the lead. You can plan it as a drama or musical but you should speak about a topic. You will be the first student to meet our guest and also take a short interview”.

“Sure sir, who is the guest? I will prepare the interview questions accordingly”. Meher inquired.

“I can’t reveal that as its confidential. Don’t worry, I am confident that you won’t have any trouble framing your questions as soon as you meet him”, director smiled and indicated her to start with the preparation.

The Day

The college was buzzing with activity. Meher chose to wear sleek golden stilettos for the occasion. Guest had arrived. She hurried towards director’s room and knocked, “May I come in Sir”.

One look at the guest, made her go weak in her knees. She stumbled in her heels, getting engulfed in his aura. Her ankle twisted bringing her back to her senses, and she said, “Sorry Sir, I mean, Hello sir, its a privilege to meet you”. Interview went on for half an hour and she felt captured. Captured in his enigma. Her idol was sitting in front of her, answering her stupid questions.

“You have a great voice Meher. And you are extremely well informed. You would be a great orator one day.” he paused for a second and they said, “And your heels are beautiful”, he laughed out loud.

“Lets go to the auditorium for the cultural program sir”, Director said and Meher followed them.

She had to make an opening speech, the topic she had chosen was close to her heart, about her favorite heels. Meher walked on to the stage, stared down at her feet and stepped out of her stilettos. 4 inches shorter Meher stepped forward and opened her speech, all eyes curiously glued on to her.

“Hi everyone, can you hear me?”. A loud uproar echoed in the auditorium.

“Can you see me?”, audience burst out laughing.

“Never mind” and Meher continued.

It was her “Mitron” moment!!!


Chasing the Rainbow

“Its too hot in here, when are they going to fix the air conditioning?” cursed Sid, loosening his tie. He had flown to Delhi in the morning, for a customer meeting. As soon as he reached the client office, he was informed that minimum ventilation is available due a major power breakdown. Electrical team had been intimated and were on their toes to fix the issue ASAP.

Sid, a passionate engineer, worked in a multi national company as a senior executive. He had landed in Bangalore, the IT capital of India, soon after completing his engineering course. It wasn’t difficult for Sid, to find a job of his liking, He was a star performer in his university and a sucker for technology. As a child, he would see his cousins living in cities, use mobile phones and it fascinated him to the core. His dream was to invent and innovate. Numbers excited him and he fell in love with binary as soon as his eyes fell on it. There was no looking back or going back. He was hell bound on making his life a success. He grew up in the corporate ladder like a shark attacking its prey, unstoppable and unbeatable. Travelling in business class and breathing the conditioned air had become a norm. Anything below was derogatory for Sid.

And there he was, in a carpeted, round table conference room, sweating in front of a pedestal fan. He gasped for breath and rushed out of the building. Scene outside was no different. His Burberry sun glasses were seeking shade from the scorching rays of the sun. He wished that it rained !

Was it his dream vision? No! Clouds surfaced, blinding the sun. Mild breeze, blew Sid’s hair. He closed his eyes and let our a sigh of relief. Breeze suddenly transformed into a wind storm.

“No, No….don’t take the clouds away”, pleaded Sid.

“Your wish is my command”, breeze blew into his ears and it started pouring. Sid ran under the patio. Smell of the mud, being tickled by the drops of rain, reached his barren heart and he got lost in the reverie of thoughts.

Sid saw the cracks in the land in front of him, the land which yearned for water. Eyes filled with tears, but those salty tears could only make the land even more barren. His father’s quest, and the defeated look on his mother’s face when she served only a spoon of rice to him and his brother. Amar, his elder brother was so different. While Sid was always fascinated with the life beyond farms and village, Amar had a strange connection with his fields. Even though he was good at studies, he never tried to look for a life beyond his farms. They had seen their father struggle and that had transformed both the children in a different way. Sid hated the struggle and Amar challenged the struggle.

The drought had lasted for 2 years, but when it rained, it brought prosperity and rainbow! Sid would run across the fields and chase the rainbow. “Its not an achievable dream Sid, don’t run behind something that you will never reach”, Amar used to tell his kid brother. It did not deter Sid’s resolve.

“Hey Bro’, you were wrong, I caught the rainbow”, Sid looked up at the VIBGYOR in the clear sky. It wasn’t hot anymore.

A week later

“Heavy rains since last 7 days have disturbed the lives in northern parts of India. Farmers struggle to save their crop! Rivers are overflowing and villagers have been alerted to move to safe places identified by rescue teams. Help is pouring in from all parts of the country”, news flashed on the TV. Sid stared at the name of his village flashing on the screen. Gates of the dam near his village had been opened to save it from heavy pressure of water building up on the other side. He looked at his smart phone, which obeyed by unlocking itself. “Amar” was the first number in his address book.

“Beep beep beep….the number you have dialed is not in the network coverage” Sid heard the message over and over again. “Where the hell is this guy?, he threw his phone on the sofa.

“Amar, where have you been, is everything OK? I saw it in the news. How are Baba and Maa? Just take the next flight and come here, I will book tickets right away!” It was 3 AM in the morning, Sid was woken up by the shrill of his phone ring and all he could think was about “Amar”.

“Beta, its me. Amar gave his phone to me in case I needed to contact you for emergency. They are not able to find him. Gates were opened and we all were moved to neighboring village. Amar was trying to arrange for cattle to be taken to a safe place. Nobody saw him after that”.

Sid did not know if he couldn’t hear anymore or if his father had stopped speaking. Phone slipped from his hand and fell on the floor, shattering the screen. Light from his night lamp fell on the shattered glass, forming a rainbow and Amar’s name twinkled on it.

We Love Only Once! Really?

It was a memorable night for Sandra as she was finally marrying the man of her dreams. Krishna and Sandra had met at a business meeting by chance, and instantly got along. Friendship that had started with casual meetings, soon became a strong bond with confessions of love and desires.

Sandra was a charming person, everyone loved her, and many were smitten by her infectious smile. She had an opinion about everything, a liberated woman in true sense.

Krishna, on the other hand, was quite, but with an amazing sense of humor. He loved Sandra for her carefree attitude, which was so hard to find in women of his family. Sandra loved him for his composure and the fact that he could her make laugh without the slightest of efforts. They were poles apart, but belonged to each other.

Being a part of modern world, it wasn’t tough to break the news to her parents, who were more than happy for their daughter. After all, who finds true love in this world anymore! It wasn’t easy for Krishna though. Having grown up in a conservative family, even thinking of an inter-religious marriage was a sin for him. But, there are moments when you just know that “she is the one” and that feeling kept him going and his parents finally gave in to his only wish!

Marriage turned out be a fairytale wedding for Sandra, a private beach wedding in Goa. When Sandra walked the aisle in her maroon lehenga, her favorite song playing in background, and her eyes were glued on to Krishna’s. They couldn’t get enough of each other. At that moment, she realized that they were soulmates and no matter what twists and turn life had in store for them, she will always love him. Krishna couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was the girl of his dreams and he made a promise to himself, to be always be on her side, no matter what!

He had insisted on a Christian wedding, but it was her idea to blend the two cultures. She looked stunning in her maroon lehenga. He stepped down, and helped her on to the stage, taking her hand. They stood hand in hand while exchanging vows, and performing rituals of both the cultures!

It was now time for Sandra to join her new family. It was a happy yet sad moment for her. Krishna didn’t leave her side even once while she bid goodbye to her family and friends. But, her eyes searched for someone, as if a part of her was still left behind. She saw, Sebastian, Seb as she fondly called him, standing in a corner, smiling at her.

Krishna left Sandra’s hand and prompted her to go ahead. He knew when he had to step back. Sandra walked towards Seb and cozily melted in his arms. They held on to each other for what it seemed like an eternity to Seb. “I will see you around,” Sebastian said and let her go.

Krishna wondered if Sandra will ever get to know of Seb’s feelings or rather her feelings for Seb. He considered himself lucky enough that she had chosen him over Seb.

Sebastian was Sandra’s childhood buddy. Born 11 days before Seb, she would always bully him saying, ‘I am elder!’ They were together in school and then college. Seb was with her always, when her best friend made a new best friend, when she broke up with her boyfriend in college, when she got her job, and when she first confessed her feelings for Krishna.

When Seb and Krishna were first introduced, it wasn’t difficult for Krishna to guess how Seb felt for Sandra. He couldn’t help and asked Seb, “Why did you let her go?” Seb just said, “She doesn’t know it yet, and now I don’t want her to know because it will break her. She adores you Krishna”. That confession defined the end of Seb’s and beginning of Krishna’s love story.

Sandra’s charm worked on Krishna’s family and everyone eventually accepted her. Krishna never tried to contain her adventurous spirit. She had never felt so content and happy in her life before. Her married life was a blend of love, passion, and a balanced family.

Sebastian eventually moved to Canada for his higher studies and got a good job offer there. That’s when he told Sandra about the love of his life. Sandra was furious! “How could he? All these years, he could never tell me anything, while I told him each and every detail of my life”. She was almost in tears when she gave the news to Krishna. Krishna laughed out loud, “He is getting married Sandra, why are you so angry? Do you feel that he will not be there for you anymore and that makes you sad?” “I don’t know, let him do whatever he wants,” she didn’t want to discuss anymore.

She was confused, the emotions that she was feeling were tearing her apart. She wasn’t sure of her own feelings, how could she discuss it with Krishna. Seb asked her to travel to Canada and help her with the wedding arrangements. She did her best to sound cheerful and readily agreed to help him. All she wanted was to be with Seb and to understand her own feelings. Was she just jealous?

Time in Canada made her feel better, she visited new places, and badly missed Krishna. Only if he could come here earlier, it would have been an exotic vacation for them. Steffi, Sebasitian’s fiance, was a lovely girl and Sandra was not jealous anymore. Sebastian and Steffi were madly in love with each other.

Sandra was always thinking about Krishna and texted her whenever she could. He was also missing her badly. This was longest time they had spent away from each other. It gave her immense joy to think that the spark which most married couples search for after a few years, was still alive for her and Krishna, even after five years of marriage.

Finally, the day had arrived and Seb was ecstatic. Steffi was supposed to spend the night with her girlfriends and collect as many coins as she could. It was a tradition!

Seb and Sandra decided to have a quiet evening, drinking wine and eating pizza. It was like old times, memories of childhood, and college. Seb teased her about how much she had cried when her boyfriend had broken up with her in college, that he had to give his shirt for dry cleaning! Sandra, fondly started talking about Krishna and how much they were both in love with each other even after so many years and Sebastian couldn’t talk enough about Steffi.

“Why did we never fall in love with each other?,” Sandra asked. She was already feeling a little tipsy. “We are so perfect for each other, we have practically lived together, then why?” Seb was just looking at her! At that moment she knew, what was bothering her all these days.

It would never be same again. “Can you hug me?” is all she could say and once again, melted in his arms. They held on to each other, not wanting to let go.

That night, Sandra knew that she was in love with two men. She loved Krishna and Seb, both selflessly. She was drawn to both of them for different reasons, which made her complete. It wasn’t a broken or bad relationship that made her realize her feelings for Seb. Sometimes, it just takes forever to know that you can fall in love again. Sandra was always in love with Seb and yet, she fell for Krishna and yet again, for Sebastian.

The question is… whether this twist will be accepted? But, who cares… Sandra, Krishna, Sebastian, and Steffi are living their happily ever after!

PS: Variation of this blog was first published on http://thelhour.blogspot.com/ and also published on www.momspresso.com


Droplets of water found their way from Sandhya’s damp hair on to her beige colored kurta. She had just taken a shower to wash her sins of last night. Sins? Really? She wasn’t even feeling a tad guilty. Didn’t she want it to happen? In fact, she had planned for it subconsciously.

Sitting in front of her dressing mirror, she admired her own image. Memories of the night before, came alive, sweet and naughty nothings. Her cheeks turned pink, even at the mere thought. She tried to grasp her fleeting mind back to her reflection in the mirror. Sandhya had always loved wearing light shades, whites and pastels. But lately she had started buying bright shades, to make her life a little colorful, even though it made her look like a different person in her own eyes. Was it mid life crisis or something else? Today, she felt like her own-self and her skin dazzled in her favorite color, all due to the magical night.

It had started a few weeks back. He was new in the neighborhood. Sandhya would observe him daily on the way back from her gym.  He was oblivious of her presence and her interest in him. But with each passing day, Sandhya was desperately trying to buy his attention. And one day he caught her staring. Her cheeks had turned into a shade of crimson red. Not knowing how to react to his gaze, she had hurried back home. Very soon, it became a routine. His curious gaze turned into an invitation which Sandhya was finding hard to resist. Even in her wildest of dreams, she wouldn’t think of cheating, how would Abhi react, and what would kids think of her ! No…she can’t do it.
But as they say, “Its all written”.
It was Saturday, her husband Abhi was staying overnight at a friend’s place to watch soccer and kids were at their grandparents’ for the weekend.
She was sweating profusely, her trainer was not showing any mercy on her. It was not his fault, how would he have known what demons she was fighting against, in her mind. On the way back, she saw him again, his smile, his invite and as if the heavy workout had drained her resolve, she couldn’t resist anymore and approached him.
One thing led to another and the night became the most memorable night for Sandhya. She felt elated, beautiful and satisfied!
The flashes of the night were broken by a disturbing vision. She went closer to mirror, “What is that?”. She concentrated, on the reflection of her white bedcover in the mirror.
Crimson cheeks went pale. How could she not notice? It was a big red spot, shouting out loud, telling everyone about her sins!
The bell ringed. Sandhya was in panic. It must be him. How would she explain?
The bell ringed again. She rushed towards the door, “I will explain, I am sure he will understand” she kept assuring herself.
Abhi stood in front of her, smiling, “hey, did you have a peaceful night?” he held her hand and walked towards the bedroom.
“The game was so awesome, you should have joined us, we had a bet, and….”, Abhi was staring at the red spot.
“Listen Abhi, don’t get angry. I can explain”, Sandhya pleaded.
Even before she could finish, Abhi dismissed her explanation with a wave of his hand, and sat on the bed, staring at the mirror. The red spot grinned at him. He looked away, feeling defeated.

Sandhya stood in front of him like a meek deer. “Was it him?”, he still didn’t look at her.
“Yes, I am sorry”, is all Sandhya could utter.
After a minute or so, which felt like eternity, Abhi looked up at her, gently holding her hands, “Did you think of me, about us, even for a minute? You can’t do this Sandhya, not to me, not to the kids and most importantly, not to yourself. I know its difficult for you, and things have not been same lately. Do you think, I have not noticed the bright colors on you? Do you think its easy for me see someone else when I look at you? But I am trying, we all are. This….this red spot, you know what this can do to us? It can kill us, it can kill you Sandhya!! You have cheated”, Abhi paused for a second. He didn’t want to say it loud, but he had no options left. She will have to hear it, even though it hurt her. And he will have to tell her, because Sandhya was his life.

Abhi took a deep breath and said, “You are obese Sandhya and you can’t eat samosas and bread pakodas with ketchup!! Do you understand?”.

That was it ! Words that she didn’t want to hear lingered in the air. Her mind went blank.

Abhi was right. She had cheated. Infidelity, it was indeed…to herself.

Have you really wanted something in life?

“When you really want something to happen, the whole world conspires to help you achieve it.”
― Paulo Coelho

Few days back I was pondering over a question regarding this famous quote. How does one know whether he is aspiring for the right thing or not.

So I asked this question on the open forum of face book.

Within minutes, I received numerous responses from friends and family. However, I didn’t seem to get my answer.

After some more days of soul searching, I found my answer.

As a school kid, I once read the famous story of “Merchant of Venice”. “Venice” was the only thing that held my curiosity and I decided to approach my father to know more.

I do not remember what he told me about Venice except for the fact that, “The city was on water”. In that moment, I replied without thinking, “ I will go there one day”. And in my mind I added, “on my own”.

Europe trips are very common these days, especially for IT professionals but back then, for a small town girl from a middle class family, it was an unachievable dream.

However, if I look back now, even then when I had no means or way to fulfill my dream, I still thought of “Venice” every single day.

Today I realize that whatever happened in my life there after was only to fulfill my aspiration.

I wanted to be a doctor, but was destined to be an engineer.

I was initially working for American clients and was supposed to travel to US but fate had to play a role and I was suddenly moved to work for European clients.

That’s when I realized I was getting closer to my dream. However after few more years, my mind started questioning its theory.

And then as if it was destined to happen, I got an opportunity to go to Europe.

It was the most difficult decision of my life, as now, I was not only married but also had a 2 year old kid.

But there was no holding back, I knew this was my opportunity.

When I reached Europe, I started getting mixed reviews about Venice. Some said that it’s one of the most beautiful place of the world and some called it a waste place to visit.

I was a little apprehensive about visiting Venice now. I didn’t want to be disappointed about my dream destination. But I also didn’t want to go back without even seeing the place.

So the tickets were booked.

When I stepped out of St. Lucia railway station and had the first look of “City on Water”, I knew, “being able to see Venice…on my own” was the only thing that I had wanted in my life till then. It was true!!! City was indeed on water and that feeling itself is mesmerizing. And I spent my entire money to describe this to my father. He was right, it was on water. Oh, that feeling was out of the world. I felt like a small girl again who had just got her favorite doll (just for your information, that I never played with a doll, was always more inclined towards breaking my dolls)

Weather beauty of Venice is comparable to Eiffel Tower of Paris is all together a different question and it didn’t bother me much. After all, I had not seen Eiffel Tower till then.

I realized that everything that I had ever wanted before like, studying to be a professional, being independent, being able to work, and several other things were all meant to fulfill my dream.

And whole world had conspired for me. I never forgot my dream and whole world paved the way for me.

It may sound stupid for some readers that how can “visiting a place” be wanted so badly. But that’s how it is.

The feeling when I stepped on to the soils of Venice cannot be put into words and that scene can never be forgotten.

I can only say that If you have ever felt this way, then you have achieved what you wanted in life.

And if you have not, then the world is still conspiring for you OR you are not aspiring for the right thing.

However, question here is “Have you really wanted something in life?”.


PS: This blog was originally posted on my old blog: http://thelhour.blogspot.com/2015/07/have-you-really-wanted-something-in-life.html

The School Bus

Mornings and afternoons were the happiest times of the day for Ajay. Why??

Because that was the school bus time !!!

Adventure would start with the moment he stepped into the bus, rush to sit on the last seat, excitement of meeting bus friends, chattering, giggling, mischievous glances exchanged escaping the eyes of teachers, puzzle time, stealing water from bottles, playing tippi tippi top, stone paper scissor and what not ! It was never ending fun. Ajay would start waiting for the school bus time as soon as he stepped out of the bus.

Years went by, everyone grew up. Games changed to serious discussions and debates. Chattering and giggling changed to last moment revisions, Some love stories blossomed and some hearts were shattered, but that smile on entering the bus remained….on every face. Ajay lived it all.

In all these years, numerous experiences from school bus journeys transformed Ajay. He nourished and cherished his only dream during those 45 minutes of bus time. It was time to finally see his dream becoming a reality. The sweetest ever reality of his life would happen today. He could not contain his excitement, and glanced at the needles of watch going around the dial. Like kids in his school bus called all important days, today was the “D Day” for Ajay!

He got into the driver’s seat of his school bus and turned towards the passenger’s door. A six year old stepped in. Crisp white shirt, grey shorts, belt with the school emblem, shining black shoes, brand new school bag on the back and a water bottle in hand, exactly as Ajay had envisioned in his mind. Child looked nervous. It was evident that it was his first day of school, away from home into the unknown.

Ajay gave a reassuring smile to the child and said, “Welcome to the school bus son, a new world with endless fun awaits you, embrace it”.

Ajay drove off to the next stop, to pick other kids. Smile refusing to leave his lips. His son will now experience the school bus journeys that he had always dreamt for himself.

Who says that living your dreams through your child is a crime?