January 23. “Did it feel nice when I lifted you up this morning to show you the pigeon wooing his mate?”
“Yes, I loved it when you carried me in your arms.”
“Yes, I loved it when you carried me in your arms.”
“And why not? When people were idle, they praised hard work and shoved it down our throats and, now that people are working 18-20 hours a day and killing themselves, they come out and say it’s no good working so hard.”
“I have not read the letter but tell me briefly what it says.”
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.”