School’s Back. Parents Can Breathe Again (Until Homework Hits).

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 Summer vacation has officially ended.

And across Indian households, one sound has replaced the chaos:
Silence.

Not the scary horror-movie kind.
The peaceful, sacred, chai-sipping, “finally I can hear my own thoughts” kind.


The First Day of School: The Real Diwali for Parents

That first morning, we pack tiffins like contestants on MasterChef, iron uniforms like army generals, and send our kids off with emotional hugs and secretly gleeful hearts.

Outside: “Beta, take care. All the best for your new class.”
Inside: “GO, child. Be educated. Go and don’t come back till 2 PM.”

Post Drop-Off Vibes: Nirvana

Within 5 minutes of the school van leaving, this is what happens at home:

  • TV volume reduced to zero

  • Kitchen cleaned without stepping over Legos

  • Toilet break in peace. With the door closed.

  • And the sweet sound of NOTHINGNESS.

If you're a parent who survived summer, this isn't just a moment.
This is rebirth.


The Mixed Feelings

Yes, we miss their little voices. For 12 seconds.

Then we remember:

  • The hourly snack demands

  • The 2 AM Minecraft commentary

  • The slime on the ceiling fan

  • The emotional breakdown over which shoe "feels more like Tuesday"

And suddenly, we’re okay again.



Until Homework Walks In Like a Villain

Just when you’ve started feeling free, 4 PM hits.

“Mumma, I forgot my maths notebook.”
“We have to make a solar system by tomorrow. But I need glitter. And Jupiter needs to spin.”
“PT sir said bring lemon and spoon. What spoon? No idea.”

Basically, the school leaves your home in the morning but returns in a slightly more irritating form in the evening: as homework.


The Real Reason We Wait for School

Let’s be honest — school isn’t just for kids.
It’s a full-blown rehab centre for exhausted parents.

We don't crave silence out of peace.
We crave it out of survival.

It’s not about “learning” or “growth” anymore —
It’s about getting 6 hours to drink hot chai, scroll Instagram without guilt, and poop without an audience.


Because parenting during summer break is like being on Bigg Boss, but your contestant is under 10 and thinks glue is a food group.

So yes, school is back.
The uniforms are too tight.
The tiffin boxes are leaking.
And the school WhatsApp group is alive with "any homework today??" at midnight.

But you know what?
We’ll take it.
Because even with evening tantrums, PT shoes drama, and the Great Eraser Disappearance of 2025...

6 hours of peace is still 6 hours of peace.






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