I’ve been teaching my son to count for the past week. He’s going to be two years old tomorrow. I have been sticking out my fingers, first the index, followed by the middle one, saying “This is One. And this is Two”. Then I’d take his little fingers and repeat the action.
He would smile each time, and sometimes repeat the phrase with me.
The next morning he called out me, and I wished him a happy birthday, asking him how old is he now.
“This is One. And this is Two”, he said
He smiled innocently, holding up two fingers.
I have no idea whose severed digits he held.
Harshal is an artist, entrepreneur, and writer that loathes the typical 9-5 existence. He documents his thoughts through writing and photography as he takes on society norms armed with nothing more than his cheeky wit and undeniable charm. His work is published in Verbal Art, Phenomenal Literature, National Geographic, FineFlu, The Type Image, 805Lit, Door is a Jar, Asian Signature, Spark, and SickLit Magazine. He is a cofounder of Parentheses Journal. Email him here.
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