School Break

The bell rang,
Children ran out of their classes,
Laughing and giggling,
Their small tiffin boxes in their tiny hands.

Amid all the shouts and laughs,
The tiffin boxes opened,
And food from different homes, 
Come out in the open.

Mothers love was packed in the small boxes, 
Filled with taste and smell,
The children ate and shared,
With loved spilled all over.

© gouriguha 2019

H for Handwriting

Technology and advancement, our present generation is rushing towards it to catch the best? In a small gathering of Moms-at-home, at one Mom’s house there was series of discussions.

No one was interested in discussing about their domestic helps or the problems they faced with them.

Eight – This word has struck my mind’s cord today – Get, Set Go…

The word Eight, how much does it mean to a person.

Eight, a single digit number, written as numerical 8. Everyone knows that. No fuss about it.

How Smart Is Your Kid

God save me. I cannot see Ma’s/ mummy’s/mamas/ moms, put a silent question to one another when they speak about their little ones.

“Did you know, my Simi got the first prize in drawing competition in her class”, said Mona.

“My Bittu got the best prize in an open singing competition. It’s so difficult for a mother to cope up with such difficult things we go through for the child”, was Rakhi’s reply.

Though mothers want to hype about their own children they think that their child is smarter than the rest. The way they converse with each other show how they want to ask others, “How smart is your kid”, but cannot as this will begin a fight among them.

Cat fights, some call it.