An alumnus of The Mother’s international School, a Mother’s Blossom, is fragrant. But it is nourished by a sense of responsibility. It lies dormant till the opportune moment arrives. It arrived for me when I visited my school after 18 years… the element of nostalgia was as strong as ever. But with it came, it came with the intense yearning to be a part of it all!

After journalism, teaching wasn’t really the obvious choice. But I was drawn to volunteering in the primary section, till I figured out how I could pay back my karmic dues to this seat of learning.

I realized that it was in the stage of adolescence, that we often take things for granted and even reject those that are conducive to our future. Be it bullying others, finding the teacher inept, detesting the workload, often suffering from the inability to find a confidant among friends and family… and the resultant arrogance or ego to preserve the fragile self inside. These issues just brim over. Even the morning assembly, that we all long for in this city, seems a drag. What seems needed is a sense of grounding that brings with it the power of discernment. A well grounded adolescent is capable of out-of—the—box thinking that seems to be the call of the hour. Values find their home in a stable conscience. Hence I set out to offer that to my alma maters pupils.

My journey has just begun, have miles to go. Wish me luck, that I can help enrich these buds that will blossom soon amongst us!