Today, midnight of November 12, 2018, Veer was out to execute his plan of selling ice-creams. Being a Sunday night, there were only a couple of men outside in the society. Veer would take out imaginary ice-creams from his toy truck after asking the men what flavor they would prefer. This exercise went on for an hour or so. As it was time to go to bed, I tried to convince him to come back home, but all my efforts were in vain.
Veer wouldn't agree so easily. His mother also failed to convince him. Hence, I tried to get creative. I said, "Veer, all your ice-creams are melting. Let's go home and keep them in the refrigerator." Veer looked at the empty toy truck and said, "no, they haven't melt completely yet." When I tried to insist more, he pointed at an empty space somewhere around and said, "oh, there is a refrigerator here. Let's keep the ice-creams here."
I was disappointed but he was right. Imaginary ice-creams must find an imaginary refrigerator for them. All my experience fell flat against the innocence of my baby.
Veer wouldn't agree so easily. His mother also failed to convince him. Hence, I tried to get creative. I said, "Veer, all your ice-creams are melting. Let's go home and keep them in the refrigerator." Veer looked at the empty toy truck and said, "no, they haven't melt completely yet." When I tried to insist more, he pointed at an empty space somewhere around and said, "oh, there is a refrigerator here. Let's keep the ice-creams here."
I was disappointed but he was right. Imaginary ice-creams must find an imaginary refrigerator for them. All my experience fell flat against the innocence of my baby.
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