Last weekend my daughter was singing a song by herself. A song of her own. Here it goes.
tick tack tick tack
Round the clock
Baby dancing like a doll
pit pat pit pat water pot
Winter is so hot
Though amazed to see the poetess in her, I also felt sad to see her suffer in the hot burning weather even during a time, which is called as winter.
Poor child she always longs to see the real winter and the snowfall as in the cartoon series she watches. She wanted to had a day out of this burning oven. Out of the sweater that was brought from an icy region of north or north-east India, which mom made her wear for a mild chillness. Probably one day I will take her out.
Nappinai 