A Creative Star from Victorious Kidss Educares

Rhea Divekar, a budding author from PYP 3A of Victorious Kidss Educares has penned down four wonderful stories titled ‘A Happy Day’, ‘The Big Surprise’, ‘Let’s Go To India!’ and ‘The Festival of Lights’. Her story ‘A Happy Day’ is about the birth of her younger sister Rayna, which was one of the happiest days of Rhea’s life.
This creatively inspired 8-year old was born in Hoboken, New Jersey, USA but being an Indian-American, she was strongly influenced by the Indian culture which reflects in her stories, ‘Let’s Go to India!’ and ‘The Festival of Lights’. Rhea is an ambitious, friendly and self-confident girl who aspires to be an author.
The development of the creativity in Rhea, could not have been possible without the inspirations and motivations from the guiding mother. This is particularly so in India and in the World, where we worship the Mothers. It is the Mother who gives the heart to take on any challenges, develop concentration and will power and an attitude to know I can handle it. The father supports the family and the mother’s philosophy and becomes the backbone of the family; so as to take on the rich heritage of the forefathers, the grandparents and the ancient Rishis of India.
A small amount of investment of time every day on reading skill or a combined reading session with atleast one parent – if not both, could bring about a great change in our children’s future. The action of this great mother and great father of Rhea, reminds me of a poem,

The Reading Mother

I had a mother who read to me
Sagas of pirates who scoured the sea,
Cutlasses clenched in their yellow teeth,
“Blackbirds” stowed in the hold beneath.
I had a Mother who read me lays
Of ancient and gallant and golden days;
Stories of Marmion and Ivanhoe,
Which every boy has a right to know.
I had a Mother who read me tales
Of Gelert the hound of the hills of Wales,
True to his trust till his tragic death,
Faithfulness blent with his final breath.

I had a Mother who read me the things
That wholesome life to the boy heart brings–
Stories that stir with an upward touch,
Oh, that each mother of boys were such!
You may have tangible wealth untold;
Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.
Richer than I you can never be–
I had a Mother who read to me.

by Strickland Gillilan

To experience Rhea’s strikingly impressive storytelling, kindly click on the links below.

A Happy Day

Let’s Go To India

The Big Surprise

The Festival of Lights