Gandhi, My Son...

Yesterday was the kid's annual day event and I enjoyed it much better than expected. First of all we were told only the day before of its existence, probably because the kid was not in any dance so didn't need any preparation and I'm not very confident about the kid's social skills. I mean, I was sure that he would cry on the stage and though I don't mind that myself, I was thinking it would be pretty painful if he got reprimanded badly for that. Two rehearsals in the morning, both with most of the children howling and confused, did not help much. I was prepared to knock every door around for Gandhi's stick and we finally found it in a clothes shop. But, finally, it all went very well - there were about 300 in the audience and when the kid came out bending his back and sounding his stick, we laughed with relief. I enjoyed the other events too.

We've been visiting Cubbon Park almost every weekend now thanks to the kid. The routine is quite simple - he saves some of his favourite eatables for the weekend and on Saturday we go and first sit on one of the stone benches in the middle of trees. He'll finish the eatables, collect some sticks or flowers for some time and then we head towards the children's section. Another hour of sliders,see-saws and swings etc and we are back home. I have fallen in love with the park too, I think it's nice to have a place where you can quietly sit and feel peaceful. There are a variety of trees there and I was seeing some of them for the first time. There is also a library at the other end of the park and V says it has a huge number of books.