January 20. “I just finished putting the final touches to my letter to my younger daughter. You know it’s her birthday tomorrow.
What I also do every year on both theirs as well as Dost’s birthday is write a letter or whatever comes to mind.”
What I also do every year on both theirs as well as Dost’s birthday is write a letter or whatever comes to mind.”
“I too have been thinking about it for some time. Do you have any names in mind?”
“What about… I don’t have a clue. Any suggestions?”
And this is the room which my daughters shared.”
“Button, whenever I’m sad, I cry a little, falter a bit but steady myself as quickly as I can! You may ask how I do this! Well, I tell myself that life is a mix of joys and sadnesses, laughter and tears, some ups and downs and much more.”
“Button, can you spot the crow on the water bowl? She actually flew in this morning demanding that we give her water!”
I am often stuck for ideas, not knowing what I should talk to you about but something or the other comes to mind and we’ve successfully talked for almost five months now.”
Sometime back, there was this lovely story about a Pench tiger who was headed back home because he was homesick.”
“I saw him. And he loved the hat, didn’t he? He looked so dapper wearing it together with the flaming red scarf.”
“Why Button?”
“You couldn’t have forgotten! It’s sir’s birthday tomorrow.”
“What’s that?”
“The Hall of Fame where the photographs of all our babies have been put up.”