Button, I captured a visual of what seemed like a game between the sun and a decades-old peepul tree just outside the bay windows of our walk-in closet.
Button, who do you think I’m talking about? I’ll give you three guesses.
Button, he’s the tiniest but the most self-sufficient, energetic, mischievous, observant and confident personified.
God bless you, Button.
Button, a very favourite song of mine is Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head.
What do you mean?
Button, looking out of the airplane window en route to Kolkata, the sparkling fluffy white clouds caught my attention.
Button, amidst all that is vile and abhorrent like the meToos, the rape and murder of girls as young as just a few months old, torture of women in their marital lives, etc, entered this tiny life into our lives to impart love and wonderment that I have only God to thank for.
Button, This morning’s Mumbai Mirror carried a front-page as well as an inside full-page story on how a family of three from Gujarat saved the life of a kitten that was stuck in their car engine.
What is that music you play every night? Haven’t you grown tired of it?