Dear Darsh
These past few days the 5 am conversations have become all the more interesting. One wee hour you woke up crying because you had just realised that you forgot to paint the cookies on your bday. So you wanted me to bake them again. At 5 am. I did bake them by 5 pm that day.
Another day you woke up at 5 am to tell me that daadi has changed. She is some other daadi as she now scolds you (i guess explaining to you about mystique and her special powers should have been avoided).
Another day was some superhero fight between your grandpa and an x men person. Again i had to listen to your story at 5 am. And if my eyes would shut you would make sure to keep them open by stretching them with your fingers.
