Sita Bhaskar

Author of Flirting With Trouble (Rookwood Press) and Shielding Her Modesty (Frog Books) She/Her.

[Moutushi Mukherjee @Moutushi2382]

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Rebooting R.K. Narayan for the new-age reader: Sita Bhaskar’s novel inspired by the real-life tussle over Narayan’s home aims to bring back the Malgudi magic

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A message from a Kindergarten teacher:

After forty years in the classroom, my career ended with one small sentence from a six-year-old:

“My dad says people like you don’t matter anymore.”

No sneer. No malice. Just quiet honesty — the kind that cuts deeper because it’s innocent. He blinked, then added, “You don’t even have a TikTok.”

My name is Mrs. Clara Holt, and for four decades, I taught kindergarten in a small Denver suburb. Today, I stacked the last box on my desk and locked the door behind me.

When I started teaching in the early 1980s, it felt like a promise — a shared belief that what we did mattered. We weren’t rich, but we were valued. Parents brought warm cookies to parent nights. Kids gave you handmade cards with hearts that didn’t quite line up. Watching a child sound out their first sentence felt like magic.

But that world slowly slipped away. The job I once knew has been replaced by exhaustion, red tape, and a kind of loneliness I can’t quite describe.

My evenings used to be filled with construction paper, glitter, and glue sticks. Now they’re spent filling out digital reports to protect myself from angry emails or lawsuits. I’ve been yelled at by parents in front of twenty-five children — one filming me with his phone while I tried to calm another child mid-meltdown.

And the kids… they’ve changed too. Not by choice.

They arrive tired, anxious, overstimulated. Their tiny fingers know how to swipe a screen before they can hold a crayon. Some can’t make eye contact or wait in line. We’re expected to fix all of it — to patch the gaps, heal the trauma, teach the curriculum, and document every move — in six hours a day, with resources that barely fill a drawer.

The little reading corner I once built, full of soft beanbags and paper stars, was replaced by data charts and “learning metrics.” A young principal once told me, “Clara, maybe you’re too nurturing. The district wants measurable results.”

As if kindness were a weakness.

Still, I stayed. Because of the small, holy moments that no spreadsheet could measure —
a whisper of, “You remind me of my grandma.”
a shaky note that read, “I feel safe here.”
a quiet boy finally meeting my eyes and saying, “I read the whole page.”

Those tiny sparks were my reason to keep showing up.

But this last year broke something in me.

The aggression grew sharper. The laughter in the staff room turned to silence. The light went out of so many eyes. I watched brilliant teachers — my friends — vanish under the weight of burnout, their joy replaced by survival.

I felt myself fading too, like chalk on a board that’s been wiped one too many times.

So today, I began my goodbye. I pulled faded art off the walls and tucked thirty years of handmade cards into a single box. In the back of a drawer, I found a letter from a student from 1998:

“Thank you for loving me when I was hard to love.”

I sat on the floor and cried.

No party. No applause. Just a handshake from a young principal who called me “Ma’am” while checking his notifications.

I left my rocking chair behind, and my sticker box too. What I carried with me were the memories — the faces of hundreds of children who once trusted me enough to reach out their hands and learn. That can’t be uploaded. It can’t be measured. It can’t be replaced.

I miss when teachers were partners, not targets. When parents and educators worked side by side, not in opposition. When schools cared more about wonder than numbers.

So if you know a teacher — any teacher — thank them. Not with a mug or a gift card, but with your words. With your respect. With your understanding that behind every test score is a heart that cared enough to try.

Because in a world that often overlooks them, teachers are the ones who never forget our children.

[Sita Bhaskar @sitacares]

@banglani What about jasmine? So… maybe leave page 1 blank and hold off the suspense of which tree, which feather, and what kind of chai (or chai tea or naan bread!) till page 2?? Now, that is going to be hard. This is page 1 discrimination!

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Acquisition news 🚨

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Welcome to Penguin. Prepping readers to look forward to Rukmini Aunty’s escapades!
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@SmitaKhanna3 @jayapriya88 @JacarandaLit @Moutushi2382 @mileeashwarya @PenguinIndia Thank you! Here’s hoping the readers love these reminders of the master storyteller RK Narayan.

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Cannot wait for this engaging book to meet the world! @jayapriya88 @JacarandaLit @sitacares @Moutushi2382 @mileeashwarya @PenguinIndia #NewBookAlert #literaryagent #jacarandapropaganda

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@aatreyee2 Publicist for Lucky Ones? Aren’t you lucky? Reading the book now. Loving it.

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@MumblinDeafRo Absolutely! A fantastic book.

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@ryanhasbadtaste Stoner is easily one of the greatest books I’ve read. Not a single word out of place. Not a single unnecessary word.

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@GoodfellowWrite @cinapelayo Absolutely. Love that book.

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@V_V_G Congrats, Sugi! Very well deserved. I am thrilled for you. Don’t make us wait too long for another masterpiece.

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@adamclaypoet When breath becomes air by Paul kalanithi

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@iamlisako Lisa, is the content the same for each day?

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@nathanrxie I hope this is allowed:

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@notcapnamerica Good for the conductor. All respect for him standing up for abused passengers.

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@RRebekahReads Too many to count