My First Post

Oh! The last one year had been so hectic - it was a strict blend of overwork, discipline and rush. I was angry. I was wondering how long this would continue. This is how my day would begin - Waking up around 6...Then struggling to make my mom get out of bed. Dad somehow manages to wake up on is own most of the days. I keep telling in my own baby words - "Wake Up mum!". Mum is too tired. I feel sorry for her, but ..."I am awake Mom!!!!! I think I am hungry or I do not know what to do with myself at this hour - Help me mom!"Dad takes me out of my bed; offers me a bisc or two.- Brittania Marie or Horlicks these days; takes me to the balcony when upstairs, and to the playhall when downstairs. Oh! Did I mention that we sleep upstairs in winter and downstairs in summer? Our room happens to be the hottest in summer - that's what my mum says