It was India’s 68th Independence Day on 15th August.
Independence Day used to fill me with a sense of pride when I was in school probably because of the teachers who instilled its importance in us every year. However, later, as years went by it got reduced to just another holiday coupled with the fear incited by news sources to stay safe in the wake of terror alerts.
This year, the fervour of Independence Day returned with Dhruv’s school organising various activities during the whole of the last week. This kept me thoroughly involved with him. He participated in a patriotic dance activity at school. Everyday he would show me a few dance steps at home.
He got introduced to the Indian Flag. He was required to take 2 flags to school for the purpose of the dance. So, I thought instead of buying it from the market (I did not press hard on buying it after the 2 shops, I enquired in, refused), let me make them at home so that Dhruv also gets involved in the process. We discussed the 3 colours of national flag – Saffron (orange), white, green and the blue colour in the chakra (wheel) while colouring the flag.
On last Monday, the children of his class were to speak 2 lines in English about the respective state they come from as part of ‘National Integration Day’ celebrated in the school. I tried twice or thrice to make him practice his lines over the prior weekend but then stopped when I saw he was not showing any interest.
The lines were –
‘I am from Delhi. Delhi is the capital of India’.
On Monday, while getting him ready for school I again reminded him of the lines. I was not sure that he would speak them in the class since it was his first time with an activity like this.
That day he came back from school, all excited showing me the 2 stars his teacher had given him which were pasted on his school ID card. The stars were the reward for those 2 lines spoken by him. Yes, he did speak those lines, I could not believe it. I feel very proud of him.
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