MY LITTLE DUCKLING
‘My dear, failures are the stepping stones to success.' I consoled my little duckling. But nothing on earth could console her. She was crying and crying. ‘I couldn’t win, I couldn’t win.' It was the initial phase of my child’s learning at school. Anything falls on that wet mud had a great impact. So, obviously I was desperate when she returned home one day with a lot of burden. I was more than curious to know what caused her bad luck. A quick wave came to me all of a sudden. It was her sports day. And it was my duty to boost her up. So while dressing her up in the morning, as a dutiful mother, I just told her. ‘You must win. You should run well.' But I didn’t mean that, because what does a child in her kindergarten know about the seriousness of a competition. I just want her to participate. When I came to the core of the things all my anxiety evaporated. So again I wore the dress of a dutiful mother. ‘My dear, leave it. It’s a silly thing. You have raised my pride by ...