One or Two??

I have lost count of the number of times I have been asked this one question –“Don’t you think it is time for another child?” NO! I don’t think so!! 

I often wonder why it is so imperative to have two kids. For company, learning to share, someone to be there for him when I am gone are some of the reasons people come up with. Well, being a single child myself, I know it is not so hard. Eventually in life, friends take the place of siblings. We don’t have competition and hence don’t have to fight for stuff. We learn to be more magnanimous and we can share. We don’t take our relationships for granted, simply because we know we have to hold on to the few people in our life. 

I know several single children and they have all turned out fine. So I know my little one will be fine too. What are the chances that in a country of more than a billion people, he won’t find someone for himself?

I really appreciate people with two kids or more because I know it is a lot of hard work. But I guess two kids or one is really a matter of choice – there is no right or wrong. I am happy with the choice I made. Case rested!

OK Kanmani ...

Okay...so I saw OK kanmani. And I loved it. Ofcourse I'll love it. A love story with a happy ending. It cant get any better!

While discussing the movie, what came up was that the ending was very conventional and logical. It got me thinking, and I dint see anything wrong about it. (Again, I love love stories and to me, love makes one do unimaginable things). Sometimes, live-in’s become more serious than intended and people want to take the next step – marriage. There can be arguments about trust and if marriage is the only answer. No. But it is a way to seal a relationship and it is a way to say two people belong to each other.

Moving on

Today was our last day together as a class. My kids are moving on to the next grade. 

This was my first year as a class teacher and the experience was fantastic. I had great kids in my class. It dint dawn on me until then, but as we discussed the good moments of the year, I understood that being a teacher was not just about imparting knowledge, but also about touching lives and I had touched theirs. And they had touched mine. 

We shared a special bond and we had learnt a lot from each other. I knew I was going to miss each one of them as move on in life. Tight hugs and miss you’s filled the last hour of the day. With the last bye, teary eyed, I thought to myself-   I might teach them again, I may not; but the memories we shared are going to be cherished forever. 

I feel it. Almost every day. Especially today.