Little did I know when, a quarter of a century back, my little tyke asked me with that expectant glimmer in his eyes that I think betrayed the glee of imminent ownership of new knowledge, “How can I fly on my own?”, that I would live to see him fulfill those dreams even before his little princess could ask him the same. It wrenched my heart to give him the rare “I don’t...
Sleepless nights, thank you dogs
I write to you at this ungodly hour under the influence of the incessant barking from a gang of four for the past half an hour. I went out to check what the ruckus was about, unable to contain my apprehension that it might be an intruder, in spite of our security guards. Turned out I was wrong and it was just a bout amongst these four otherwise “friendly neighbourhood” dogs. No respite...
I suspect I am neither insightful enough nor powerful enough to be able to tell...– http://www.livemint.com/articles/2012/06/21205901/Gufran8217s-story.html