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Thursday And A Piece Of Childhood

This morning I woke up dreaming of childhood Thursdays when we used to have the day off from school. Yep – our school had Thursdays off! No idea why. Saturdays were half-days and of course, Sunday was off too.

I studied in Little Flower Primary School, Mumbai. The school had Kinder Garten to Std IV back then. Now it is Little Flower High School! I wonder if Ms Rosy is still there.

I remember how I used to clean out my clothes closet every Thursday and then help mom swab the house. I so loved to play with the wet mop. We occupied the second floor in our building (which grandpa built).

Little Flower is special because my mom also studied there as a child, along with her cousins. My grandmother’s family had a huge estate with bungalows. She had 4 siblings and a remarkable mother. Don’t know much about the great grandfather. My grandmother was a terrific person. Sharp mind. Got married at 3. They couldn’t find the bride at one point because she had slipped into a vat of rice porridge in the kitchen! Imagine that!

Okay..am digressing…back to the school. The same teacher, Ms Kumud Jawale, who taught mom was my class teacher too in Std IV!

Later, when I was admitted into Mount Mary Convent High School, Bandra, Mumbai, Ms Kumud lovingly just took over as my guardian (the rest of our family was scattered in Chennai and elsewhere, and those were some turbulent times).

I still remember how she took me shopping near where she lived so we could choose fabric for my clothes and night dresses. I was to stay as a boarder in Mt. Mary’s and they had given us a list of what I needed to take. 6 night dresses, 6 dresses, 6 petticoats, etc. etc. Uniforms were to be bought from the school. Well, Ms Kumud could have easily taken the money from mom and bought all the stuff. But no – that is not what she did. She took me shopping, bought my choice of fabric – and then we came back home. She spent the next two days toiling away at her sewing machine, stitching everything in the patterns I wanted. I just cannot imagine anyone else doing that, except my mother.

Sigh. What lovely memories.

Can you guess which one is me?

childhood memories

Ms Kumud’s family was also wonderful to me. I do have a couple of pictures from back then.  Her brother, who was a photographer, used to let me sit up and watch him develop negatives in his home lab. Every night, a part of the kitchen would get converted into a dark room. I really loved those times.

I am sad to say Ms Kumud is no more – and I found this out in 1997 when I called up the school and spoke to Ms Rosy. For each birthday, until I was in Std IV, Ms D’Abro, who lived across from the school would help mom choose pretty lace and other material to stitch frocks for me. I still remember the gorgeous red lace frock, blue lace frock – all nicely embellished with satin ribbons. They all adored mom and me. In fact, during a particular period I had some kind of deficiency and the doctor had advised mom to give me eggs. Our family is strictly vegetarian and there was no question of doing it at home. When mom told her colleagues, from the next day on, Ms Rosy or Ms Celine would boil an egg in the staff room during school recess, and make me eat it.

Sorry – I had to take a ‘cry’ break there.

When people would sympathize with my mom about her being a single parent – she always said she was a lot luckier than most people. I  may not have had a father – and even his family may have rejected mom and me – but we had wonderful folks at mom’s place – four doting uncles and a loving grandma.

What more could I ask for?

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    nisha sanjeev
    September 4, 2014 at 12:51 pm

    There’s no nostalgia more aching than what school days throw up at us. Pls dedicate a post to the bride lost in the porridge vat…lol! Id love to read! Ok, so here’s my guess. ..you are the first from the left??
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    Birgit
    September 5, 2014 at 6:00 am

    Oh These memories are sweet with a little sadness. It is not right that they forced you to eat an egg when that went against your belief. You had great love from your mom and extended family. The little dresses are a great memory for you. Are you the smiling girl on the left??
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