Riyan was introduced to Chowk and Board today

Early morning classes for #Riyan.

Today, Riyan was introduced to chowk and board for the first time. I could see the surprise on his face but I missed to click it on camera for my readers.

Observation: he was just drawing random lines. It may not make any sense to me or someone else but that is not important. What caught my attention was that he was narrating his imaginations while drawing these lines.

His imaginary train running on the track

He was narrating like, 'This is a railtrack, A train is running on it...'

The lines were nowhere similar to railtrack and neither was there any wheel on the train he made but he could narrate his story. This is something most of us would be doing when we were kids. But with the passage of time and gradually shifting to adulthood from childhood, we tend to lose this. 

But what if I had left him with the chowk and board and I wouldn't be there with him? Would he have said this aloud? Would he have narrated a story like this? Would he have poured out his imaginations like this if he didn't have any audience like me?

The answers may probably be No. Even if it was Yes for a few, it would be better if someone is accompanying him.

Riyan made Guitar like drawing

After drawing the above pattern, he said,"કાકાનું ટીન-ટીન" which literally means, 'Uncle's Tin-Tin'. He meant my guitar. A kid interprets the world through his eyes; My guitar makes the 'tin-tin' sound, so he named it 'Tin-Tin'

Clean it yourself!

After making random drawings, he would clear it himself and will start again. Nurturing a habit of doing his work himself and cleaning his mess.

Our bundle of joy arrived!

I used to be the youngest member in home until he came.

Our little bundle of joy arrived.

Not suddenly but gradually everything changed.

Why to write this?

The first question that i encountered when i pitched the idea of writing this was, 'Why?'

Well, I can give plenty of reasons for that.

I like to write., I want to share what I think, I want others to know what i have been feeling on this subject and 100 other reasons...

A stronger reason can be, 'I have to write, It's a compulsion!'

In our life, we all come to a point when we have to share. It may be sooner or later depending on how introvert a person is but it has to come out at any point of time. When you don't want to share it to someone in particular, you may share it to everyone and there comes this part, WRITING. You ink your thoughts on the paper and let the readers choose whether they want to read or not. It spares you from any plausible feeling of discomfort that you may get by being ignored in a conversation.

For me this blog is meant for only one reader, and it's him; my nephew. So that he don't have to look for the answers in the wrong place as i did.