Him: Mummy, do you love me more or Papa? Me: (I thought deeply. I have clarity about this one.) Me: It is you. Only you.
Hahahahha…came the loud sound of laughter from the living room. I was clueless as to what happened suddenly to the calm and composed silence
It is interesting how the kid who was a little baby once can make the parents go stubbed with their intelligent conversations and derivations. Dhruv
The pencil of your mind moves and scribbles writes and draws pokes holes in pages
Innocence…. is a childhood’s treasure No device invented To get its measure Landscaped in the eyes