The little miss and her imagination take flight long before the plane does.
She plants her legs on the airplane window, eyes wide with wonder.
“Papa, my legs are touching the sky!” she shrieks, her joy lighting up the cabin—or at least our corner of it.
I smile. Because, really, why not?
We spend lifetimes chasing the sky, claiming its vastness for ourselves. But if you ever do, remember this young dreamer who got there first—feet up, heart soaring.
Some pictures don’t just capture a moment—they bring back a world.
There was a time when our home echoed with the soft chime of an anklet. The little miss loved it, and so did we. It was more than an ornament; it was our personal GPS—a subtle tracker of her movements, her mischief, her presence.
And then, time did what it always does.
I don’t even know where the anklet is now. But this picture? It took me straight back. To a time when tiny feet ran around, when silence was more alarming than noise, when aspirations and dreams had a different shape, a different urgency.
Some pictures do that—they remind you, they whisper, they nudge.
And for a brief moment, you’re not just looking at the past. You’re feeling it.
The lion lends a ride to the monkey. The same monkey who can leap across three trees in a flash. But today, he needs a ride—because a buffalo with big horns is troubling him.
If you don’t make up stories on the go to enthrall your kids, you’re missing something magical.
Go on, tell them a story. Watch them react, imagine, create. Their minds will jump all over the place—and in those leaps, they’ll teach you something new.
The little miss reminds me daily that reality is shaped by the stories we tell ourselves. A different narrative can rewrite an old tune and make the world fresh again.
So, tell a good story. And more importantly, listen to the ones kids tell you.
Because when you give yourself to a story, the world changes with it.
The girls played well!
We were at the garden. The daughter and her friends. And me. Tasked with minding the girls.
Every such task I lap up with energy. For it teaches me the journeys that I have gone through and an opportunity to gawk at the magic of creation.
Amidst the games we played, the most enjoyed one was called “Yellow Flowers”. It had no rules and no boundaries. Other than running about and picking yellow flowers.
The morning reminded me that it takes very little to be happy. A child like imagination and curiosity will get us all there.
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A travesty?
No. Something stronger than that. Quick, am searching for a simple word that conveys with consummate ease. Could you help ne?
A word to hold the following thought string : “to travel all the way to a place and not indulge in what the place offers’. I have been thinking of it for a while.
Then comes this Belgian chocolate. The awesome friends we are with in Belgium, indulge my little miss with.
After tasting it, taking in a portion of it and rolling my eyes in sweet joy, I found the word.
SIN.
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