Initially I thought

Whatever was written on the whiteboard by her teacher, she might have copied it on her card, as she was being taught to make a Mother's Day card for the Mothering Sunday that was celebrated yesterday (30/03/14)

So I thought that along with the drawing, designing, paper-cutting, she was also taught what all to write just like the other children in her class.

She clarified, No mummy, it was not so.

The teacher had taught them how to make those paper roses but the interior and exterior decoration with pens and pencils was left to their own personal choices so that they could make it personalized with their own thoughts and feelings about how they felt towards their mothers.

This freedom of expression in a formal school setting pleasantly surprised me....and I was really touched by the way my Kochi wrote about me.

Here's a collage of her Mother's Day card that she made for me and brought home this weekend and as if this wasn't enough she even sent me a lovely e-greeting.

https://plus.google.com/photos/117466581567846877904/albums/5996901030294243105?banner=pwa

Had a wonderful day yesterday with her hugs and kisses and will cherish this day all my life :-)

Besides her favourite hobby of art and craft, she also enjoys reading, writing and listening to music.

Here's a sample of her poems she wrote when she was 9.

http://please-peruse.blogspot.co.uk/2014/01/snowman.html

Now she's 10 :-)

Bye for Now,

Cheers
Aparna

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Pleasant surprises from people or places we don't expect feel all the more pleasant :-) Aparna Chatterjee

Snowman

He stands
And stays
But doesn't
Walk

He tries
To move
But doesn't
Talk

He does
The things
That no one
Would

He likes
The things
That no one
Could

And
Finally,
At night
He melts
Away...

When
Kids
Wake up,
He's gone
By day !!




Relief

The only relief
A very refreshing spring
In a hot desert

(Theme: Haiku)

The above Poems written by Rupashri Chatterjee (Age 9)

Snowman Image © DragoArt dot Com

Thunderstorm

“BOOM! BOOM!” said Thunder.

 It wasn’t all right.

The thunderstorm had struck with all its might.

All the little children were crying out of fright.

Gobsmacked adults were saying, “What a sight!”

Some people wonder about the thundercloud’s height.

Lightning looked ever so bright and some infants were ever so scared,

That some toys were held never so tight !!!
___________________

The above poem written by Rupashri Chatterjee, Age 9

Stop Racism

We don’t mind what country you are from

America, India, Australia

What colour is your skin

What religion you are

Christianity, Islam, Hinduism

We don’t mind what language you speak

What place you were born

England, Romania, Nigeria

What accent you have

But one thing we’ll not tolerate

Whether in or outside school

Whether verbal or physical

And that is

Racism
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The above poem written by Rajarshi Chatterjee, Age 13

Achievement has no colour. ― Abraham Lincoln

Thunderstorm image sourced from Ann's wordplay

Stop Racism image sourced from Religion News Service