Chapter One

“Good morning Miss Rosy Rhymes”, the entire class of 5 year olds chorused, as a lady dressed in a pink traditional salwar kameez walked in. She smiled back at all the broken toothed smiles beaming at her. She was just about to begin, when she heard plastic crackle somewhere in the last row of the class. She walked up to Sagar, who had his face stuffed with Bourbons. She bent down and whispered, “Sagar, recess is after my class, now close your tiffin box, and if we finish ‘Mary had a Little Lamb’ early, then we’ll have an early recess, ok?”. Sagar kept the box away reluctantly, and nodded his head…

Priyanka taught poetry to Senior KG kids part time, and that’s how she got her nickname – Miss Rosy Rhymes. She found peace in their singy songy poems, their chirpy voices and their tiny dancing hands. After all, her full time job required her to keep a clear calm head…