It’s come to this! WFH for teachers.Who in the world of blood and bones had imagined that the schools would be shut and the teachers would go the virtual way. That stock of chalk for teaching would turn to cheese and those modules on experiential learning would turn into experimental endeavours. Classroom arrangements would be flipped to study room or dining tables at home. Cupboards at home would hold the anchor charts and the so

Something inside has not grown, Child in me, still forlorn,   What was sowed never reaped, Alas! Only abhorrence was heaped,   What got started never ended, Innocent friendship was dented,   Birthday cakes, wafers, candies perished, Before memories could be cherished,   Fields, farms, friends was my abode, One dark night thrown like a truckload,   Friends turned foe, goaded by grown-ups, Coaxed to follow, just like little pups,   That moment, I lost