<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=564476" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mrs. Namita Shah-You mean the world to my child…</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">How can I thank you for all those bountiful values of goodness that you’ve so magically inculcated in my child’s innocent brain? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How can I thank you for so compassionately holding my child’s hand in an alien premises-when I wasn’t the slightest around to hear her inconsolable cries? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How can I thank you for making the whole process of monotonous studies—such an enchanting playground of richness for my child’s eyes? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How can I thank you for so beautifully taming my child into a symbiotically civilized angel—from an unruly doll only obsessed with her very own toys? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How can I thank you for so adeptly solving each barricade in the path of my child—as she indulged the first chords of her infinite mind into the whole process called ‘learning in school’? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How can I thank you for so magically triggering a smile on the face of my child—as she nervously fidgeted for her own space amidst several more of her kind? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How can I thank you for so magnanimously bearing with each bit of my child’s peskiness—converting each tear that dribbled from her eyes into the most perfect nursery rhyme of life? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How can I thank you for so thoughtfully introducing my child to each new aspect of school—letting her marvelously adjust to even the remotest component in the new atmosphere—at her very own pace? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How can I thank you for guarding my child like an invincible fortress of friendship—whilst teaching her the quintessential alphabets of knowledge at the same time? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How can I thank you for untiringly being the eyes of my child as she feebly weaved her way through each bit of unknown territory- amongst the incredibly tall walls of her first school? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How can I thank you for observing even the most intricate development of my child—and then making constant persevering notes on how to improve her all round performance in the chapter called life? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">How can I thank you for being the most adorable home for my child away from her real home-and being the most perfect mother for her and all her mates as well in mundane schooltime? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well let me just start by saying Mrs. Shah -‘That you mean the world to my child’ …..</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Nikhil+Parekh">Nikhil Parekh</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=564476" data-title="Mrs. Namita Shah-You mean the world to my child… de Nikhil Parekh" data-description="How can I thank you for all those bountiful values of goodness that you’ve so magically inculcated in my child’s innocent brain? How can I thank you for so compassionately holding my child’s hand in an alien premises-when I wasn’t the sl..."></div> </div> </div>

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