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She's my Small Wonder

I call my daughter Vicky, after VIKI of Small Wonder.
She is cross cultural. In the Indian sense. My husband is Kanpur-ite Raajpoot. I am Bhilai-ite Probashi Baangaali. He is a chain entrepreneur. I could not survive the Private Sector in India & joined a PSU. her first 2 & half years were spent in Bhilai, as my posting was there, living with my parents, in a little extended nuclear family, but in the of a whole apartment of doting দীদাs, মাসিs & দীদীs. Now she lives in our joint family with her दादी, ताऊ, ताई, भय्या & us, & परदादी or परनानी visiting now & then. 
She has travelled since she was 2 & half months. She has seen people appear & disappear in her life. Mashi comes, Mashi goes, Dida-mashi comes, Didamashi goes, Bui comes, Bui goes, all the time. She  herself goes to sleep in one location & wakes up in another.
She NEVER confused between Hindi & Baanglaa. I do not mean to scare parents whose kids are having trouble absorbing 3 or 4 languages at a time, but at age 1 & half, when her total vocabulary was less than 50, including BOTH languages, & she had NO sentence, she still instantly & without cue, shifted from Baanglaa to Hindi & vice versa depending on who she was talking to. My mother-in-law was a bit concerned initially whether she would "understand Hindi" coming from my parent's home ,but she allayed all such fears within a week. I personally, never gave it a THOUGHT.
But with English I am concerned. Because, we did not speak to her in English. This is because, I must speak to her in Baanglaa, otherwise, she will forget it. Now, she is proceeding from alphabets to sound words & sight words in school. I am very confused as to how to give her sight words, when she has no spoken vocabulary in English.
To figure this out is my first task this school year.

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Why does anyone write? Mostly, because they cannot help it ... Speaking requires an audience. Writing does not require a readership. When I started this blog, I was new at my job, just about to get married, highly confused about what to do with life, highly dissatisfied with myself, & devoid of any "responsibilites" as they say in Indian Middle Class. Oh yes! Also, I used to imagine the populace to be divided into 3 equal thirds, economically, & the middle third was the middle class. I was a "Young adult". Now I am a middle-aged auntie. & I have found out that the lower 90% is the lower class, the top 1% is the upper class, & I am the 9%.

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