Jan 14, 2017
I will pluck your hairs out, roll them into a ball and hand them over to you in your bare hands. These were the words of a four-year-old, curly...
These were the words of a four-year-old, curly-haired girl. Dressed in a red check pinafore uniform on her first day at a big, private school.
She made her intentions clear to Mrs. Moses, her class teacher and a devout Catholic, in a rather threatening way.
Mrs. Moses, however, found it absolutely adorable. For she had little idea what the child was mumbling in her mother tongue. In fact, she went to the extent of praising the child for being so confident in class.
This incident happened 30 years ago. And the child in question was my sister. And the language she used was Punjabi.
