The NIPUN BHARAT Learning Journey

Visualizing the progression of foundational skills from Preschool to Class 3, building a strong base for every child's future.

Goal 1: Good Health & Well-Being

This goal focuses on the holistic development of a child, from physical growth and motor skills to self-awareness and healthy habits.

Progression of Gross Motor Skills

Physical coordination and strength build progressively, enabling participation in more complex games and activities.

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Preschool 1

Performs basic movements like walking, running, and jumping.

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Preschool 3

Engages in activities requiring strength and agility, like climbing.

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Class 3

Masters complex activities and structured sports like football.

Progression of Fine Motor Skills

From simple manipulation of objects to fluent handwriting, fine motor skills are crucial for academic and daily tasks.

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Preschool 1

Manipulates objects with fingers, like stacking blocks.

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Preschool 3

Shows dexterity in tasks like cutting with scissors.

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Class 3

Writes fluently and neatly in short paragraphs.

Goal 2: Effective Communication

This goal traces the development of literacy skills, from listening and speaking to reading with comprehension and writing to express ideas.

Growth in Communication Skills

This chart visualizes the increasing complexity of language, reading, and writing abilities as children progress through foundational years.

Goal 3: Involved Learners

This goal focuses on cognitive development, including numeracy, logical reasoning, and connecting with the surrounding environment.

Exponential Growth in Numeracy

The ability to understand and work with numbers grows dramatically, from counting small objects to handling numbers up to 999.

Profile of an Involved Learner (Class 3)

By Class 3, a child has developed a balanced set of cognitive skills, enabling them to analyze data, understand shapes, and apply mathematical concepts.

This infographic visualizes the Foundational Learning Outcomes outlined in the NIPUN BHARAT mission by the Department of School Education & Literacy, Ministry of Education, Government of India.

Cocoon Care: Gentle, Organic Baby Products Every Parent Can Trust

Running a preschool and daycare, My Giggle Garden, has been one of the most fulfilling experiences of my life. Every day I meet little ones full of energy, curiosity, and joy. But as much as children love to explore, their delicate skin often becomes prone to rashes and irritation, especially when exposed to synthetic fabrics.

Over the years, I’ve noticed how some clothes — though stylish, colorful, or even expensive — leave behind red marks on children’s skin. These rashes not only cause discomfort but also take time to heal, often leaving children cranky, restless, and unable to enjoy their favorite activities. This constant concern kept me searching for safer, baby-friendly alternatives.

An Incident That Changed My Perspective

I still remember one particular Montessori session that opened my eyes to the importance of clothing.

A little boy in my class loved sorting activities — it was his favorite. But one day, he couldn’t concentrate at all. He kept wriggling, scratching his back, and looked visibly upset. At first, I assumed he was distracted, but soon I realized he was in real discomfort.

His mother later told me that it wasn’t the first time this had happened. Each time he wore that particular shirt — his new, fancy birthday outfit — his skin flared up. Sadly, despite being expensive and special, the outfit had to be discarded.

That day convinced me that children need more than just cute clothing — they need gentle, natural fabrics that respect their delicate skin.

Why Baby Skin Needs Extra Care

Baby skin is not just “smaller” adult skin — it is far more fragile and sensitive:

• Thinner skin barrier – Baby skin is 20–30% thinner than adult skin, which makes it quick to react to harsh fabrics.

• Less natural oil – Babies produce less sebum, so their skin dries out easily.

• Immature protective layer – Their acid mantle (the skin’s defense system) takes about 2 years to mature.

• Higher absorption – Baby skin absorbs chemicals and dyes faster, making synthetic fabrics riskier.

This is why choosing baby clothing and accessories carefully is not just about comfort — it’s about protecting health and well-being.

Discovering Cocoon Care

In my search for safe, baby-friendly products, I came across Cocoon Care, a brand that genuinely understands the needs of little ones.

What I love most is their focus on bamboo-based fabrics — a material that is naturally breathable, soft, hypoallergenic, and eco-friendly. Unlike synthetic fabrics, bamboo adjusts to body temperature, wicks away moisture, and stays gentle on sensitive skin.

Cocoon Care combines this with thoughtful designs, giving parents the assurance that their child is wrapped in comfort, care, and sustainability.

Products I Tried and Loved

Here are two products that truly stood out for me at My Giggle Garden:

🌿 The Wrap Blanket – A lightweight, breathable blanket with nature-inspired prints. Perfect for naptime, it keeps babies warm without overheating. Its airy weave ensures comfort even in warmer climates, making it an all-season essential.

👶 The Baby Jumper Suit – Crafted from ultra-soft bamboo fabric, this jumper is stretchable, gentle, and thoughtfully designed for everyday play. It moves with the child, ensuring freedom during crawling, running, and exploring. The fabric feels buttery-soft on the skin and helps prevent irritation even after long wear.

Both of these felt like a breath of fresh air compared to synthetic alternatives. What impressed me most is that Cocoon Care products are not only functional but also beautifully made, with prints and designs that parents love too.

Why Parents Trust Cocoon Care

• Organic & Sustainable – Made from bamboo, a renewable and eco-friendly resource.

• Hypoallergenic – Free from harsh dyes, chemicals, and irritants.

• Breathable Comfort – Keeps skin cool and dry, reducing the risk of rashes.

• Parent-Friendly Designs – Easy to wash, durable, and long-lasting.

As an educator and caregiver, I’ve seen firsthand how comfort impacts a child’s mood and learning. Cocoon Care products make a real difference by ensuring children feel free, happy, and safe in what they wear.

Final Thoughts

Choosing baby essentials goes beyond style — it’s about ensuring every fabric that touches their skin is safe and nurturing. For me, Cocoon Care stands out as a brand that truly blends comfort, sustainability, and love in every product.

If you’re looking for trusted, organic baby products that care for your little one as much as you do, Cocoon Care is a name you’ll be glad to welcome into your home.

Happy Birthday Rayyan

 Never Prouder Than When I Say, “I Am Your Mom”

From the very first smile that lit up my days,

To the gentle wisdom in your quiet ways,

You’ve shown me love that needs no song,

For in your silence, I’ve felt strong.

You never chase crowds, nor seek the loud cheer,

Yet hearts turn softer when you are near.

Compassion shines in the things you’ve done,

A thousand rays, all from one son.

Your respect for life, both great and small,

Your calm presence that comforts all—

These are treasures no world can buy,

They lift me always, they teach me why.

I may achieve, I may endure, I may become,

But nothing compares to being your mom.

Of every name that I’m blessed to own,

None makes me prouder than saying: You are my son!

 

Happy Birthday Rayyan

 

Dear Rayyan,

On this special day, I want to take a moment to celebrate the incredible person you are and the joy you bring to everyone around you. From the day you were born on August 20th, 1991, you’ve been a source of light, love, and peace in my life and in the lives of many others.

Watching you grow into the person you are today fills my heart with immense pride. Your ability to be loved simply for being yourself is a rare and beautiful gift. You’ve never needed to impress anyone, yet you’ve won the hearts of so many—your family, in-laws, friends, and now, your wife’s friends too.

What I admire most about you, Rayyan, is your deep respect for all living beings. From a young age, you’ve always shown compassion, never wanting to disturb or hurt anyone, whether human, animal, plant, or even the smallest insect. This gentle kindness has always amazed me and continues to inspire those who know you.

In a world often filled with chaos and noise, you bring calmness and tranquility. You avoid creating sadness, pain, or anger around you, and for that, I am endlessly grateful and proud. You are a beacon of peace in a world that needs more people like you.

On your birthday, I wish you endless happiness, peace, and love, just as you’ve given to so many. May you continue to live your life with the same simplicity and grace that make you so special.

Love you more with each passing year. 

The Prison of Mind

 

The Hardest Truth

 

Strength In Shadows

 

Healing Is A Journey

 

Women And Toilet Woes - The Fall of Bladder Queen

 I am not sure of my toddler days, but as a child I would postpone peeing to its limit because usually I wouldn’t want to leave a task without completing it; whether it was reading, writing, doing homework, watching TV or playing, I would hold back until the task ended and then casually walk towards the restroom. I think this habit of not giving in to the demands of my bladder, tamed it to obey me without rebelling. This increased my confidence in rejecting toilets that were not suitable to my standards or just unknown toilets. 

Even when people around me would go in search of toilets, I would proudly announce, those were not fit for me. Slowly the aversion to unknown toilets became an obsession with my bladder itself refusing to oblige to throw the waste product out even when I tried. Eventually it became so that I couldn’t Pee easily in unknown toilets and had no trouble at times ignoring nature's call for nearly 36 hours. 

During hospital emergencies, lab tests etc, it became a big challenge for me to make it happen. It was a huge struggle to let it go rather than holding on. We are often prone to pride, no matter what leads to it. So, I became quite vain and proud that I have complete control over the bladder of mine, whereas mere humans and animals surrendered to it. I had tamed this beast and ruled over it. 

Years went by and somehow it was in my nature not to use restrooms unless they were very clean and I felt comfortable to use them. Since my daughter is with special needs and cannot use squat toilets, I started using adult diapers for her whenever we travelled. Due to her mobility challenge, it was difficult for her to access most of the general toilets as well. I don’t know what the public toilets look like or even the toilets in the wedding halls where my son got married were, because I never went towards them. Both my children also started to avoid using toilets outside home unless it was absolutely necessary. 

Everything in our lives has an expiry date, no matter how sure we are of it. So finally my rule over the bladder reached its expiration when we had to travel to Hanur from Bangalore for training a group of teachers under an educational program we were initiating from our company. I was highly excited with this new development and was ready for the journey by 5.30 a.m. Everything went fine and the weather was amazing with slightly drizzling rain. The training went well. 

Our colleague who stayed in the village nearby organized a great veg-feast for us. We enjoyed our lunch and I had a good amount of fresh buttermilk to go with it. I felt my bladder whisper something and decided to check out the toilet but then ignored it, because I knew they were squat toilets and since the past four years I had found it difficult to squat due to my foot injury. Only 3 hours to Bangalore, not a big deal I decided. My pride and confidence goaded me to ignore the bladder beast completely and get into the vehicle. 

Now I ignored a few more things during my journey to Hanur. I had left very early in the morning and the last time I used the restroom was around 4.30 a.m. The weather was wet and rains encouraged bladder. Because I spoke a lot at the training, I had to drink a lot of water. Add to it that I was the only woman travelling. Why does it matter? It does. Women usually call out to fellow women travellers when they are going towards a restroom, men wouldn’t dare to do it. All these started forming an alliance along with the dripping rain for my bladder to revolt and take its power back. It did with a vengeance .. for the one who had been subdued for decades. I felt trouble brewing when we were 90 minutes on the road. I could feel the push in my abdomen and a force I had never encountered ever before. But I kept holding up thinking ‘I can do it’. I've done it before, right? Then someone mentioned we should stop for a coffee. By now, the bladder was threatening me with an outburst and I was not sure of my strength anymore. I said, “I will come out for a coffee if only the restaurant has a restroom, because I needed to use it” and meekly added, “It would be great if we could stop by a restroom”. My colleagues did not say much, but they understood. We started peeping out for restaurants that would probably have a restroom, but we couldn’t find one. Meanwhile my bladder reminded me of those attacks on forts where they banged on the doors with wooden logs and the doors started to vibrate. I suddenly remembered that our mind could change the environment for us. I tried to imagine that I did not have to pee.. I would never have to pee. Surprisingly, it had no effect. Meanwhile, it started to rain heavily and the dripping water sounds added force to those who were using those wooden logs on the fort door. Suddenly I could smell fear, the fear that I may have to smell urine on me. The thought was terrifying. So far I had never understood what those who were looking for a restroom went through, but now I know. I apologized to everyone who I had made fun of earlier and prayed fervently to the Goddess of bladder (there has to be one) to help me out. Not to embarrass me in my boss’ car among my male colleagues. By then we found a restaurant which looked decent enough to have a restroom. I had put up a brave face until then. But as soon as we stopped I was out of the car and rushed in. A lady who was cleaning somehow understood what I was looking for and before I even opened my mouth, she pointed towards a row of tiny rooms in the backyard at a distance. I confirmed that they were toilets and rushed out there stomping on my pride, ego, and need for clean toilets. I just needed one for now. I was in for a shock. It was tiny, not so clean and looked horrifying. But then the fort door seemed to lose a few chunks and looked like it would give in at any moment. So, I went holding my breath, afraid to breathe. Using the close walls for balance I squatted after 4 years and then I knew how heaven felt like. WHEW! Then again using the walls for balance, I was up and out. Hunger makes the hard beans soft  and urgency makes dirty toilets look clean. My rule was over. 

I know now that I had just a few minutes left before the fort door would have been opened up by the army of the bladder. I don’t want to go there and think about it happening. It is too scary.  I heartily thanked the Goddess who helped me to hold on until then. I learned my lessons and realized that life changes. Maybe the future belongs to the rule of the bladder. 

The comedy of war apart, I also realize how tough it may be to travel on roads without any toilets for miles, especially for those with weak bladders. Maybe it is time for someone to take up the cause and install public toilets at least at the intervals of 25 km on the roads.

Footprints On The Storm

When the storm came to me, I didn't flee,

I boldly faced its fury, determined and free.

With every step, I left my mark behind,

Defiant and strong, in body and mind.

Through trials and tempests, I pressed on,

Facing each challenge until it was gone.

In the heart of the storm, I found my might, 

Leaving my footprints as symbols of my fight.

For I am a warrior, resilient and brave,

Conquering adversity with every wave.

Though the storm may rage, I stand tall and true,

Leaving my footprints as proof of all I've been through.

And though the storm may have roared,

Leaving scars and wounds unexplored,

I looked it in the eye and took up the fight

I was not turning back and taking the flight

With steady steps I walked with courage,

Moving forward boldly through its rampage,

One step at a time, forward, I moved on,

And I proudly left my footprints on the storm.