Why I gave my child a hacksaw
4 years, 2 months ago

Why I gave my child a hacksaw

The Hindu  

They gathered around me. I persisted, ‘All right, but what is your idea of a hero?’ ‘Someone who doesn’t use plastic,’ said the girl with an orange Nerf gun in her hand. ‘Inventor of stinky fart lasers.’ Another thankfully said, ‘Gandhi ji ’ and my little one chirped in with ‘Chhote Master!’ Chhote Master is a new entrant. ‘White is a light colour so it gets dirty fast like my T-shirt, brown is darker, so it doesn’t,’ is her simple explanation. ‘Good, because then you can watch me as I become big.’ I imagine being a disembodied fragment, floating around corridors, keeping an eye on her as she grows.

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