My Little Girl Charvi Misses Her School World
As the warm days of summer vacation go by, I often find my little daughter, Charu, sitting by the window, staring outside with hope in her eyes. Every now and then, she softly asks me, “Amma, when will school start again?” And each time she asks, I feel her longing—because for her, school is not just a place to study, but a world filled with love, laughter, care, and people she truly misses.
Charvi is in LKG, but her tiny heart carries so many big feelings. Every day, she talks about her beloved teachers—Archana Ma’am, who gently guides her through her lessons and always greets her with a smile, and Megha Ma’am, who tells her the most interesting stories and encourages her to draw and explore.
She also misses Kempamma Aunty and Geetha Aunty, who help the little ones when they spill their water bottles or need help opening their lunch boxes. To Charvi, they are not just helpers—they are like her school family, always there with kindness and patience.
But the person she talks about the most is her PE teacher, Pratheek Sir. To her, he’s not just the sports teacher—he’s a strong and gentle figure.She admires and also fears a little. She once told me, “Amma, I didn’t eat my food, and I thought Pratheek Sir would find out… I got scared…” And then she quickly added, “But he will smile if I finish my tiffin tomorrow, no?” That fear isn’t because he’s strict—it’s the kind of respect and care children have when someone truly matters to them. She believes he watches over her, even when he’s not around.
Charvi also eagerly waits for something new—Gomathi Ma’am’s Bhagavad Gita shloka class. She claps her hands in excitement and says, “I want to say shlokas like big children, Amma!” .She even tries repeating lines she’s heard before, with her small hands joined in prayer and her eyes filled with devotion.
And sometimes, in the middle of the night, I hear her whisper in her sleep, “Achuu Ma’am… Bhuvanyu is not playing with me…” Her best friend Bhuvanyu lives in her heart so deeply that even her dreams are filled with schoolyard conversations.
As her mother, watching her miss her school so much is both heartwarming and heartbreaking. She packs her bag on her own and says, “Let’s keep it ready, Amma. What if school starts tomorrow?”
I miss those joyful mornings too—packing her little snacks, tying her ponytail, and hearing her tiny footsteps run to the van. School, for her, is not just about ABCs or colors. It is a place where she feels seen, safe, and happy.
So now, both of us are counting the days together—waiting to see those familiar faces, to walk through the school gate, and to hear the sound of her laughter filling the corridor once again.
Because for Charvi, school is not just a classroom. It is her little world—filled with people she loves, memories she cherishes, and feelings too big for her small words.
— A mother waiting for her daughter’s beautiful little world to come alive again.
