feeling v. boxed in, with so many of the mmmim’s colleagues finding homes in our apartment. i cant exhale without bumping into someone i am not sure i really want to bump in.
and it is bothering me more than i want it to bother me.
~ “your son (age 3) STILL doesnt know English alphabet. He cant read and write yet. Do you want me to teach him… ”
~ “All i want for my son (in UKG) , is that he should come first in class.”
~ “because he is anoctober-born, he is missing out on being a year ahead. take kid y. he is a dud. but he goes to class 1 just because he is a january- born. in the long run this reason will cut into a year’s pay of my kid when he starts work in an organisation…”
all statements made by: my new neighbour
in the new home.
the mmmim hugged and kissed it. really.
and the friend on my earlier floor cried. at the silence. on our corridor.
also. predicting a dip in frustrations. coming up. a wedding that we have to move heaven and earth (and the mmmim) to get to chennai. next week.