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HER Story :)

We were learning history. Being her naughtiest best my younger knows how to get my attention. Yet again another instance that I will cherish for my lifetime :)

She: Amma, why is it called his story and why not her story?

Me: hmm we are in a society where males have always had the upper hand, maybe that could be a reason it's called his story and not her story. I am not very sure though.

After some thinking.

Me:  You can live your life such that history is forced to speak of her story.

She: Like doing something for India?

Me: Yes.

We continue learning. Pointing to a word in the textbook .....

She: Amma how do we pronounce this?

Me: That is 'Hiuen Tsang came to India from China more than 1,300 years ago."

She: Ahh! How did you know 'T' is silent?

Me: I studied it during school.

She: Ohhh!

Me: English is funny. 

She: Yeah. In the word listen, 'T' becomes silent. Why doesn't it speak?

We laugh.

Me: I don't know. Kannada and Hindi are much easier. What is spoken is written. I remember your sister was telling in some places they are trying to change English that way. I cannot recollect. Something, like listen, would be written as lisen however it is spoken. That would make life easy :)

She: Who invented these schools and all amma? If I had invented it, it would not have all these languages. It would be so much fun?

Me: How would your school be? If you had no language learning class how would you communicate?

She: It would have 'hug' classes, It would have 'games' classes, It would have 'painting' classes. It would just be fun classes. Yeah, you are right! how would we communicate without language? But hugs are sufficient to communicate right?

Me: Thats such a beautiful school. And that is how it was when it all started. Over years we have evolved to what we are today. 

She: And that is why we have such big history textbook.

We laugh.

Me: Shall we continue with the textbook now?

She: I have one more question.

I phew in my mind.

Me: Go ahead.

She: Was it "1,300 years ago" when you studied in school?

Me: I dont remember. May be yes.

She: Then that is wrong information about Hiuen Tsang right?

Me: Yes and No. Yes because they dont update textbook every year. No because we have learnt about estimation in maths. So they estimate it close to hundred and update the textbook every now and then.

She: Ok we can continue now but after a hug.

And her story continues .......


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