“Daddy, we will go to cilcus tonight.” The first thing I heard as I entered my bedroom.
Tip: Gilaffe equals Giraffe, Lain equals Rain and Hulley equals Hurrey. You join the dots.
After her daily follow-up and my procrastination for about a fortnight, my three year old, Gulu, decided to switch from request-mode to declaration-mode.
Running out of reasons to postpone, finally I surrendered. I nodded in approval.
“Wow! Yey!” she jumped in joy and rushed uncontrollably towards me to give me a hug – actually, to give my legs a hug.
I tapped on her head as she went back to her teaching class where she had made six of her teddy bears sit tidily in two queues of three each; needless to say, she was the teacher. Continue reading “Circus within Circus”