My wife called,‘How long will you be with that newspaper? Will you come here and make your darling daughter eat her food?’
I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. My only daughter Sindu looked frightened.
Tears were welling up in her eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled to its brim with Curd Rice.
Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent for her age.She has just turned eight.She particularly detested Curd Rice.
I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. My only daughter Sindu looked frightened.
Tears were welling up in her eyes. In front of her was a bowl filled to its brim with Curd Rice.
Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent for her age.She has just turned eight.She particularly detested Curd Rice.