Its always interesting to look at things from your child’s point of view.
Yesterday my teen-aged daughter got into a post dinner teeny weeny chat with me over a visit to one of her classmates home for an academic project. Probably this was her first rendezvous at a place that stood out because of its…

As the knife slices through the soft cream dividing your inscribed name into two parts, the voice within drowns the good old birthday song by reminding you “you have just become another year older”. How we wish we could turn the clock back? The favourite topic that does the rounds during a…