Fight.

The inner conflict. The need to show affection. Authority. Shallowness. Badly executed ideas. Craving for junk food. Auto rickshaw drivers. Ghosts from the past.

Of Conversations

My students go for drama class every Monday and Wednesday. The drama teachers are currently working on strengthening their (the kids') lungs. Today there was a flurry of excitement because they all got brightly coloured balloons to blow. Some of them were able to huff and puff and pump a lot of air in while the others tried relentlessly. One little boy after trying for a few minutes was on the brink of tears because his balloon just wouldn't swell up.

Me: Sweetheart, just try a little harder. I'm sure you'll be able to do it.

Little Boy: It's not happening! I'm going to take it home and try.

Me: That's probably a good idea. You must be tired right now.

Little Boy: No, Teacher. I have a vacuum cleaner at home. It will fill the balloon up!

Ah! The joy in working with kids! :)

Kids who greet you with their happy smiles, bright eyes and curious minds. A team which knows how to have fun seriously. A mentor who inspires you to be relentless. Constant learning. Explore, explore, explore.

Nothing's gonna change my world.

You know, this necklace makes me think of this totally random memory of my mother. I was a little kid, and I was crying for one reason or another. And she was cradling me, rocking me back and forth, and I can just remember the silver balls rolling around. And there was like snot running down my nose. And she offered me her sleeve and told me to blow my nose into it. And I can remember, even as a little kid, thinking to myself, this is love... this is love.

-Garden State