I’ve lived in Norway for years, and watching children here sometimes breaks my heart when I think about childhood in India. 🇮🇳🇳🇴 🇳🇴 A Norwegian child plays in the mud, climbs mountains, explores forests, fights with friends and learns to solve their own conflicts. Rain or snow, they play outside. Nobody rushes them to prove how smart they are. They are allowed to be children. 🇮🇳 Then I look at India. The same 3-year-old is sitting in a classroom, learning ABCD, counting 1 to 100 and solving maths problems, already under pressure to stay ahead of others. Sometimes, I feel we are almost bullying our own children, both at home and in schools, all in the name of a better future. One child is learning how to live. The other is learning how to perform. They may grow up with degrees, big salaries and successful careers, but what if they spend their lives feeling they are never good enough? The maths can wait. Childhood cannot come back. Indian parents, are we raising children for their future, or sacrificing their childhood to feel secure about our own?