Progress is Subjective

I WAS IN THE middle of watching a really boring movie in a theatre when my three-year-old son Nimo cried out asking for someone to change the channel.

ARYAMAN SUMAN, Siliguri

YOU HAVEN'T KNOWN TRUE embarrassment till you've seen your five-year-old at a store entrance, helping the security guard by asking each visitor for a “password” to enter. A young man decided to humour him with, “My password is 1234.” He was curtly told, “You need to change that password.”

RITUPARNA CHATTERJEE, Noida

ONE DAY, after an argument with his father, my six-year-old grandson, Dhruv, said, rather curtly, “I pity my grandparents that have a kid like you.”

RUPINDER GUPTA, Chandigarh

AS LIGHTING SPLIT the night sky, my three-year-old granddaughter looked up in bewildered delight. She shouted: “Look, look! God is taking our photojafs!”

NISHI BAHL, Dehradun