How It All Started
Some school years come and go like clockwork—lessons, exams, and goodbyes. But the year 2024–25 was different.
It had its spark, its madness, and a kind of magic that made it impossible to forget. That’s how Ninaivugal was born.
“Ninaivugal” means memories in Tamil, and this book is exactly that—a collection of little moments, big events, and honest reflections by my Grade 5 learners, poured straight from their hearts into words.
From laughter to life lessons, from bike rides to bake sales, here’s just a glimpse of what filled our year:
First-day nervousness when a new teacher walked in
The chaos of merging two sections into one classroom (spoiler: we survived!)
Yoga Day on soggy grass under a blazing sun (yes, it happened!)
UOI projects that turned kids into researchers, inventors, and confident presenters
SLC madness, drama rehearsals, TED Talks, and the epic Nexus event
The Goa trip, Egypt cultural exchange, and yes—even bathroom investigations!
But more than events, what you’ll find here are feelings—raw, honest, and unfiltered. The kind that only children can express so purely.
Their Words, Not Mine
“She wasn’t just a teacher, she was a force of nature.”
“We had a VIP pass to the coordinator’s office!”
“We made products to support the SDGs. Some kids donated their share to Grade 3’s campaign.”
It’s all them—sometimes cheeky, sometimes deep, always real.
People Who Made This Happen
Putting together Ninaivugal wasn’t a solo act. It took support, encouragement, and a lot of behind-the-scenes help.
A huge thank you to Ms. Radha, who patiently helped pull everything together—from arranging pages to keeping me on track when the to-do list grew long.
To our Principal, Ms. Sreela Sujikumar, thank you for trusting us to try something new, for always making space for our ideas, and for reminding us that children’s voices matter.
To our Coordinator, Ms. Trishna Sharma, thank you for quietly cheering us on, offering support when needed, and letting the children take the lead.
And to Ms. Aadila and Ms. Srimathi, thank you for being the kind of teammates who don’t just share the workload, but the heart-work too
From Me
This class was something else.
They made me laugh. They tested my patience. They surprised me with their questions. They stood up for each other. They challenged me to be better—not just as a teacher, but as a person.
When I look at Ninaivugal, I don’t just see a book—I see a little part of our classroom frozen in time. The noise, the joy, the learning, the growing up.
If you’re a teacher reading this, make time for things like this. Let kids write their own story. Let them look back one day and say, “This was my year. And I wrote about it.”
This May Be the End of the Book
But it’s only the beginning of their journey.
To my dear learners, thank you for trusting me with your stories. I hope you’ll carry them with you, no matter where you go.
Link : https://theindianpublicschool.aflip.in/NINAIVUKAL-TRICHY-GR5
With all my heart,
Abinaya.
Grade 5A Homeroom Teacher,
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