“I need money Mumma.” Hama-Guri said, a little impatiently.
“I have heard that quite a few times since morning, dear. But you have not told me why.”
His mother knew that her child had his reasons. But she wanted to know what it was. In fact, she did not mind giving him a little pocket money when he helped her with some chore in the house. But this sudden demand of his for money that he wanted to take to school sounded a little fishy.
“I can’t tell you Mumma.” Hama replied, just before he put a spoonful of porridge into his mouth.
She looked at him surprised. He had never said such a thing before. Why was he hiding? Rather, what was he hiding?
The increasing importance of this age-old practice in the current context of education
For all those who have been in close contact kids, the sight of a dreamy child, staring out of the window, weaving tales of his own fancy, is very common. And for those of us who remember our own childhood well, this is something each one of us, too, did at least once in our lives. Don’t shake your head, you did it too!
Stories capture the boundless imagination of the human brain in the most vivid manner possible, with a myriad shades adorning the canvas of the mind. They have the power to captivate listeners and set their minds free to visualise and paint a picture that suit their fantasy. And children’s minds are clean slates, eager to experience the world and its many hues, and stories get etched in their minds for a very long time.
Fetuses can recognize their mother’s voice in the womb! So it is never too early to read to your baby. In fact, studies say you should read for fifteen to twenty minutes every day to your child – even a new born. But there are a few questions here which we shall address here.
“Mumma a new boy has joined our class today.” Hama said as he sat down for lunch. “But he’s ugly!”
“Hama!” His father said a little sternly. “Who’s taught you to speak like that?” Read more…
“What happened Hama? Why are you so quiet today?” Mumma said sitting on Hama-Guri’s bed. He had come home from school more than half an hour back. But instead of rushing through the door and kissing her and blabbering all that had happened during the day, he had quietly walked up to his room.
“Umm…Mumma…I’m not feeling good…” Hama said putting his head down on his mother’s lap. Read more…
Yes, Shakespeare can be for kids too. It’s not easy, but it’s not impossible either. And the younger you get them into it, the better it is. Here are some activities to get them interested in it.
“Yes Mumma, I know it is 2pm. You taught me how to read the clock last year.” Hama-Guri said as he continued to construct his ship with the Lego pieces.
“It’s lunch time Hama. Stop playing now.” Mumma said standing by his room’s door. Pretty annoyed. The closer he was inching his way towards seven, he was becoming a little stubborn.
“Half an hour Mumma.” Hama said not even looking up to see his mother’s face.
“Fine. I will wait for you for ten minutes and then put all the food away.” She turned around and walked downstairs. Read more…
On World Reading Day, we bring to you fifty unusual places for you to read – alone or to your kid.
1. While breast feeding – and why not. Research says that tiny babies love sounds, let alone the foetus which can ‘learn’ too
2. While sitting on the pot seat – might sound a little ‘ugh’ but what the heck. Trust me, it can become an addiction.
3. In bed – hold on I’m not finished. Put a cover over your head (because the kid’s sleeping beside you), switch on a flash light and lo! There – now you are reading in a ‘camp’.
4. While eating – not too unusual, right? But its the commonality of it that makes it so innovative.
5. While sitting in the bathtub – a good book, a chilled drink and a few aroma candles. Perfect! Read more…
“Have you picked enough?” Hama-Guri called out to his best friend Ma-Door.
“Ya. I think this much should do.” Ma-Door replied back. Then went running towards Hama-Guri. “I’m coming.”
But five minutes later he didn’t turn up. Instead Hama heard a loud thud from where his friend was picking berries. He ran. A little worried. When he reached the place he found his friend sitting on the ground, his left leg awkwardly placed. Read more…
“Mumma, Ma-Door gets pocket money every week.” Hama said sitting on his bunk bed.
“Hmm.” Mumma replied as she continued to pick up his toys. “But why do you need pocket money? We are there when you need something.”
“But…Mumma…Ma-Door…” Hama scratched his head. What his mother had just said was true. He didn’t really need the pocket money. And yet, it would have been good if he did. Read more…