“Once upon a time,” said grandpa, smiling at the little boy in
his lap. The boy’s eyes twinkled as he heard the magical words that would take
him on a journey to the enchanted world of unbridled imagination.
Grandpa’s world was intangible, but felt more real and abundant than the plethora of electronic thingamajigs offered to the boy for amusement. Grandpa’s world was full of ideas and meaning while gadgets awarded him worthless treasures along with random error messages.
Grandpa’s world was intangible, but felt more real and abundant than the plethora of electronic thingamajigs offered to the boy for amusement. Grandpa’s world was full of ideas and meaning while gadgets awarded him worthless treasures along with random error messages.
"There was a brave tiger cub named Cheeku,” continued
Grandpa “who lived in a big jungle near the foothills of the Himalayas. Cheeku had a magic car that could transform into any shape or form. A little fairy had gifted him this car as a reward for his bravery and good deeds. One day...” With
his eyes wide open and mind racing with excitement, the young boy curled up
in a warm embrace in Grandpa’s lap to hear the rest of his bed-time story.
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