Naya: I want to be Assamese president of New York. No, wait, the Hindi one of Orissa.
And then today, a heartbreaking Naya-ism
Naya: Mommy, I want to travel again.
Mommy: Where do you want to go?
Naya: To Kashmir.
Mommy: There's a lot of fighting there now.
Naya: Then let's go when it's over.