LAJWANTI D'SOUZA Co-Founder - jusUNMUTE Journalist Author The moment summer holidays begin, a curious thing happens. School bags disappear, but the timetable somehow stays. Suddenly there are maths classes, coding classes, handwriting classes, music classes, swimming classes-and sometimes even a class that teaches you how to relax! But here is a quiet suggestion …
LAJWANTI D’SOUZA
Co-Founder – jusUNMUTE
Journalist
Author
The moment summer holidays begin, a curious thing happens. School bags disappear, but the timetable somehow stays. Suddenly there are maths classes, coding classes, handwriting classes, music classes, swimming classes-and sometimes even a class that teaches you how to relax!
But here is a quiet suggestion from Little Quill: summer was never meant to be scheduled like a school day.
Summer is the season of scraped knees, dusty slippers and pockets full of mysterious things found outdoors. It is meant for cycling down sleepy lanes. climbing trees that look just climbable enough, and inventing games whose rules change every ten minutes. It is for catching dragonflies, building secret hideouts with friends, and coming home so hungry that three mangoes disappear in seconds.
When children run, shout, balance on walls, and explore the outdoors, their minds begin to untangle. Fresh air does what worksheets cannot – it clears the head and fills it with imagination. Ideas start to wander, creativity wakes up, and laughter does the rest.
Of course, learning matters. Classes have their place. But childhood also needs long afternoons with nothing urgent to do except play. Because sometimes the most important lesson of summer is not written in a notebook it is learned under a tree, on a bicycle.
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