Crescent Pre Primary School - Pre School : Play House : Thaltej Crescent found its existence in 1990, as a brain child of Shilpa Shah who nurtured a dream of crafting a place for little children where they can create their own little world. Since then the school is growing each day in the company of innocent toddlers, beautiful at heart and pure at soul. And so every year Crescent gets younger with more and more students in its kitty and with oodles of energy and enthusiasm to spread in each coming generation. Shilpa Shah the director, founder and principal of Crescent; assembled the concept of this play school since the day she took admissions for her two daughters in the first schools of their life. In the journey of growing up of her daughters, she realized how a good teacher can influence and make a huge difference in the child's world. She used to fantasize with the thought of her own little school where she can give the children lots of reasons to smile and to learn at the same time. She started educating herself to excel in the endeavor of building the first milestone of the child's life and finally in 1990, she gathered all her efforts and imagination to bring life and soul to Crescent.

It is always wonderful to meet my dearest Crescent students from the past. It always turns out to be a proud moment to see them progress in their lives. Yesterday was one such instance. A dear student Jyotsna Miskeen, now in her 11th grade, knocked at the Crescent door and we walked together on the memory lane. Sharing with you all a beautiful poem that she dedicated to Crescent and childhood, penned by her last night! Thank you dear Jyotsna. The innocent childhood It's all misty and blurr in my memory There's a glimpse of me, delightful and happy. The little swing sets and petite slides There was no concern for wrong or right When the only concern was a tiny scratch on the arm And wrapping up in a hug in our mother's arms. When going to school was so much fun The teacher's, the benches, no pressure on us. Our wishes were of ponies and rainbows and butterflies And impossible dreams in our eyes. But it's sad that my happy past Is somewhere blurred in my memory vault But it's a treasure of a lifetime That I'll cherish in dreams of mine. It's my happy place that I often visit When this growling reality drags me down I go down in my memory lane Unlock the treasures stuffed in my brain And live there until I feel alright And seldom I'm awake in the night Thinking, where did my happy past go!? It's just hiding somewhere, that's all I know... I'll always be a Crescent pre-schooler :) By Jyotsna Miskeen