Memoir

From Kinder Blues to Lost Blues of Zoos

I remember my first day of kindergarten , as if it happened a while ago The colors and scents remain crisp to my eyes and nose . The images of horrified and sweaty children in their generally pink or blue clothing as they were torn apart from their mothers or nannies , made lasting impressions . These memories remind me of how one child 's blues can be turned into a lifetime love affair , when fears are transformed into love

I attended ___________ in___________ . Though excited of the

prospect of making new friends and finding new toys , I was hesitant to let go of my mother 's hand . She urged me to go inside the room , where my teacher beamed , while my classmates noisily chattered and played at the background . I thought my class must be one zoo . Soon , thousands of toys in the corner lured me away from my mother , and before I knew it , she left me to my first day of uncertain freedom . Inside the class , we introduced ourselves , or rather the teacher asked us our names and we responded , sometimes with glee , sometimes with indifference . After that she started singing a familiar nursery rhyme that most of us sang to Then , the greatest part of the day came- the Zoo man . We called him Zoo man because he said he worked at the zoo . During this time though , I was no zoo enthusiast . My first experience of the zoo made me terrified...