Do you remember?



Do you remember,
What you whispered in my ears?
When in mid sleep,
A desire to stay forever.
But isolation was inevitable.

Once together for hours,
Today ended up in some nooks and drawers.
Has been years,
Since I slept peacefully.
For you still reside in my eyes.

Easy it seems,
To spend the day.
Something troublesome with late nights.
Reminds me those childish fights.
Endless discussions all come alive.

As they truly say,
To love or have loved,
That is enough.
Ask nothing further,
There is no other pearl to be found
In the dark folds of life.


Once again..


Today once again,
I looked back.
Found pieces of past.

A broken mirror,
Shredding images of love.
An unhealed wound,
Bleeding again when flogged.
A dried rose,
Spreading out a tattered soul.
An old frame,
Unfit to hold a memory.

Once again, I ventured alone,
In the lonely corners of my heart.
Ah! those conversations,
And the sweet music,
An unappealing pulchritude.
Echoed loudly in my ears,
The sonnet of love.

I confronted again,
Those closed doors.
To discover nothing but an old mistake.
Was it easy?
To encounter an old tale.
With those burning chapters?
No, It wasn’t an easy trail.

Sometimes it’s good to look back,
To learn from follies.
Old mistakes hit you hard,
Once and forever.
Try as we might,
Happy as we were,
We can’t go back.


New Abode


Nestling in a new abode is adventurous and exciting. As they say, ‘Trust the magic of new beginnings’, a person is full of expectations and longings to come true while making a fresh start. It is quite natural to feel little edgy at first , but gradually good things take over. It is hard to move out of a house where we have spent most of our time with all our dear ones, but restricting ourselves in a shell isn’t advisable either. For the sake of growth and life, one must move and make his or her choices carefully. It is tempting to stick to the old set of memories and avoid facing the change, but that’s where the struggle begins. To shake off the relocation blues, we must open up our mind to the endless possibilities that await us in the new location.

Lately, I discovered the pro et contra of resettlement. It seems impossible for the new house to bring as many memories as the one I grew up in. I grew up in a locality brimming with a variety of people from different culture and hailing from different walks of life. Never have I thought that I would be leaving my home forever. It is a remarkable change for me to make myself comfortable in a sequestered spot like this one. My ability to adapt to change is not extraordinary. I take my time to figure out the possibilities of positive outcomes after any considerable changeover. I am trying to go with the flow while maintaining old values and customs. I realized that it’s a good idea to be little proactive and make the tedious task of sorting and decluttering little easier by making lists of sorting stuff in my closet. A small chunk of stuff should be sorted each day to make the backbreaking activity smooth enough to wade through.

It often happens while burrowing through cartons of stuff, you find something written on a piece of paper and suddenly you’re on the floor in floods of tears, thinking about what you hoped for, and what you’ve lost. Every time you move you have to work through your whole life.  Sometimes, it becomes too much to bear. Despite the fact that migration is a challenge and a requirement more than an interest, one cannot overlook its advantages and the new opportunities it provides. It is entirely upon us to benefit from the commencement of a new life. A person can grow and develop into an individual without having the weights of old life pulling him or her down. The experience makes me think what will come next. How the unfamiliar places will begin to fold the familiar objects into their keeping? Is the new house too seeking what I am seeking from it- acceptance? Looking forward for this house to become a home.

Developing Critical Thinking: Cube Reading Strategy


The cubing method is a flexible and adaptive way to differentiate instruction. Cubing is a method of instruction that allows teachers to provide six concepts or ideas to students in a simple way. Cubing is a great tool for providing differentiated instruction. It can be considered as a great tool for providing differentiated instruction. Differentiated instruction is a way of teaching that allows teachers to present content in multiple ways to accommodate the needs and learning styles of individual students. Cubing does just that.

  • What do you need?   A cube



  • Types of questions?   Each side of the cube might have a word related to comprehension. For example, one side might have the word who. Another has what. A third lists when. The fourth side says where. The fifth reads why and the sixth how.

With our fourth graders, we used cube reading strategy as a tuning in part of the Inquiry cycle where students were given six open ended questions about their unit of inquiry- Market Place. It proved a very effective way to attempt their KWL (Know, Want to know and Learned). Students were divided into various groups and the cube was rotated among them and they were instructed to write their inputs on the post-it. Later on, their response was shared in class and students jotted down common understanding and other information regarding the topic.


Cubing is a versatile, easy-to-use instructional thinking routine that adds a bit of randomness and chance to your lessons. It’s easy to differentiate and works well with both individuals and small groups of students.




The other day, I bumped into him,
An old companion, once was he.

Truly astounded, I signaled him to stay.
An Adrenaline rush made his heart quicken.
Gathering my sensibility, 
I tried to shake the sensations clouding my head,
And barely attempted for a friendly hug,
Newly originated from it, was a tight embrace.

We smiled at the changed times,
How we are landed in an irreversible unfamiliarity.
Once he had the charm,
To fetch smiles on my face.
It remains to be so, but then smiles have their own stories.

The demon of separation is poisonous,
For it eats the moments, but leaves the memories to cry for.
Everything seemed worthy,
In his announced and unannounced appearances.
People called me insane,
For my story ended in his terrain.

More than a requisition,
He never understood, what he was!
More than a beloved and equivalent to God. 
At his feet....

I was,
In my brokenness complete.


Those Three words


Those three words he hardly ever said,

Converting my expectation to doubt,

Leading me to an endless series of droughts.

Often I found him confessing deepest of his secrets into me.

And gave me reasons numerous to glee.

Yet those three words he hardly ever said.


Whenever I fell down, he came to my aid.

As I was on the verge of falling for those eyes,

Thinking of him,

Finally uttering those three words.

One more time, this doltish heart of mine,

Was  scolded to expect the unreal.


Then,  one day while sitting alone,

It occurred to me, more like an enlightenment,

How foolish I was to keep finding the wrong things!

Kept wishing when it wasn’t meant to be.


Pondering some more, discovered for my amazement,

Has love ever been restricted to words or annotations?

How about announcing it through actions?

It’s something which is neither loud nor silent.

I became lovesick, for I forgot what love is.


All this while he became a shield,

For a me, so fragile.

Kept donating his bits and pieces,

To create a better ME.

So what, if those three words he hardly ever said.


I couldn’t help smiling,

So much more was said in the unsaid

Like a big time fool,

I kept writing the diaries of grief for the ache of unacknowledged love.

While he  honored it, with unbeatable deeds.

I wished for one star,

While he became the universe.



As quiet as a falling feather,

It wasn’t too easy to hear.

Such was his love,

Silent , pure and dynamic

Still, those three words he hardly ever said.


*Dedicating this one to all those who knows the power of love.




Breaking Free

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In a battle of wills and desires,
I was tempted,
To break free,
Instructions of Morality somewhat became the cocoon.

Pleasure of Heart,
Caused the strings to break,
To dive deeper,
In an ocean of love,
Offered to me.

Destiny plays its games,
And look, here I am,
In the middle of nowhere.
In the end, not to conquer
Anything but myself.

Those Few Days…



Those few days,
I lived more.
Between your soft whispers and scent of your neck,
I felt happiness in stocks.
As the fountains mingle with river,
And fragrance with flowers,
I found you close in millions of stars.

Mornings with you,
Were blessed.
Sun rays falling from the square window ,
Lying on our entangled bodies like sweet honey.
With almighty’s grace, I’ve got you here,
In my embrace to care
and shower upon you
‎ all I hold inside me
Like an impossible dream.

From your cocky morning voice to your sleepy ones,
And that sexy look to the kiddish tunes,
I cherish those gestures now that you are gone.
Nothing seems better than your
Childlike smile and your pious heart.
From the tap of your feet to the murmuring of songs,
I felt your appearance very strong.

All those instances of making love everywhere,
It couldn’t have been any better, oh dear love!
The fear of losing you seemed shorter than the feeling of having you.
Finally for once it went away,
With your touch and incense.
I couldn’t help these eyes to notice the way your fingers move,
Tepidly spreading lust and vigor.
I checked on you secretly,
To get a wind of your lonely affairs.
From your eating habits to your sleeping styles,
I learnt all to remember them forever.

A fantasy turned in reality,
I couldn’t believe my luck,
When you were close.
I want to fill my lungs,
With your perfume,
And hear your laughter,
Echo through our home.

Placing my hand over my heart,
I only feel, it is yours.
Now with every beat,
I feel more alive.
Enamored in my heart,
Is your identity.
Never doubt my love or its chastity.

Parting is a sweet sorrow,
I close my eyes,
And pretend that these miles don’t exist for us,
For true love is inseparable.
I live in you and you in me,
That’s the only truth I know.
I hold inside like a fume of your sighs,
And I have framed it love.

Right Partners


It’s Valentine’s Day folks!! A day to make your loved ones feel good about what you share with them. Since I’ve started understanding relationships, the concept of marriage and how it feels to share every bit of your life forever, I’ve always been mulling over the question ‘Who is the right partner’? ‘Why in the world it takes lot of time to know and find out the right one?’

As human beings, we are designed to cooperate and compromise in every situation. I see very few couples today who are truly into each other, not just to showcase their bond, but who truly belong to each other. Some of them are too close in the initial years of relationship and remain to be so for early years of their marriage, but gradually the memories seem to fade along with the relation.

I feel this phenomenon of finding a right person is overrated. People spend lifetime to search for the best partner and hence, end up being frustrated by keeping the scale of their expectations too high. As they say ‘Stop looking for the right person and focus on your goals, the right person will walk into your life at the right time’.

A right partner is not always the one who makes you feel loved twenty four hours or someone who sings praises of your beauty. Finding a partner who understands your flaws completely and inspires you to battle with them to grow in life is undoubtedly a really difficult job. I mean he could be sitting right next to you, or may be just pass by your side in a crowded street! How are we supposed to find out?

I see a lot of people around me who are just handling the baggage of relationship because they don’t have a choice, and now it’s too late for them to stand up and go all impulsive about the whole idea of togetherness. It’s true that love is instinctual and full of madness and obsession, but it needs to be thoughtful too. Mindful of helping their partner to rise in their lives and get on with it positively. It should be capable of believing in your abilities and motivating you to look ahead. Someone who helps you in grooming your specialties and gives wings to your aspirations and dreams, even when they know it might be too late. A right person will make you feel special regardless of your age , beauty or colour and the one whom you know you can count on forever.

The beauty of love is how it changes lives. Somewhere in our bones we know that the definition of love is faulty. Love isn’t just a feeling. The feeling must be wedded to the deed, so that we can have a healthier conception of love.

If you get someone who believes in you and is fearless to go ahead with you even after knowing that you are a simple human being looking for love and realizes that there is absolutely nothing special about you except how it feels when you are together and how they are ready to go any extra mile to be with you, then that’s the one. Grab his or her hand and embark on a journey where you can be you and he can be him and together…well, you can last for a lifetime.


School Pop up Bazaar !!


Students had put up stalls for selling various handmade articles

The IB programme emphasizes that the assessment culture developed in a school must bring into line the objectives of the Primary year Programme. It puts together the assessment of inquiry based learning which is a crucial part of PYP framework. Assessment should be part of a process of teaching that enables students to understand the aims of their learning and how the quality of their achievement will be judged.

Our Grade 4 students had put up a live market in school as the summative assessment of the unit ‘ Market Place’. It was named ‘Le Kinder Haat’. Students decked up their stalls and counters with endless collection of handcrafted items starting from bookmarks, envelopes to cupcakes and muffins. During their inquiry, they explored how a market works. While learning about manufacturing , wholesaling and retailing, they also learnt how marketing of the products holds an important place in trade and commerce. They put charts and invitations in the most common areas of the school premises and even designed and distributed pamphlets to school mates and teachers. Along with that they also maintained an account of their manufacturing cost along with the selling price and concessions all of which they used to find out how much profit they have earned.

Pop up bazaar was a big hit as students explored a realistic learning out of it and observed it as a practical approach to handle customers. Each one of them independently joined in and presented themselves as good vendors. Moreover, as a ‘Taking Action’ part of the initiative, many of the students have decided to donate the funds collected through the bazaar to the deprived ones.

Learning is considered to be plenary only when it triggers creativity, ignites imagination and helps a child to see the real life application of anything by going beyond books.