If Darwin were a mother, the only evolution he could have thought about would’ve been his kid’s evolution. Allow me to present an anecdote on how the mind of a mother works. One November night, long after dusk I finish the usual chores and go to bed. I see my son sleeping peacefully. I can’t help caressing and thinking how this electrifying Pickachu lights up … Continue reading Thank God, Mr Darwin Wasn’t A Mother!
My son saw a play and he was impressed by the narrator. That night our son told us his first story, I was happy. He started showing interest in making the characters on a Popsicle, I was little skeptical as his interest for anything doesn’t last long. But Boy, was I mistaken. Ever since there hasn’t been any looking back. I have seen over the … Continue reading The Storyteller in Making
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