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.
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Thursday, August 28, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Naya's story - verbatim
One day Radha and Krishna went to the park. They went on a slide. Then they climbed up the mandir and went to see a movie--with earphones. They went to see Ratatouille. Then they came down a bridge and took off their earphones. There was a big big big party. Everyone was dancing. Even the trees were dancing. It was beautiful.
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