(conversation with my son- ‘R’ – This was originally in Urdu)

R: Mama, I want to be three things when I grow up!

Me: Really?

R: Yes, I want to be an architect, an astronaut and a police officer.

Me: Wow! And how will you be all three?

R: Oh I’ll just take the day off from one thing and go do the other.

 

My after thoughts: Anything is possible. For all I know, in the next twenty-five years, my son will inaugurate his newest space-scraper while he’s out exploring Mars. And in between, catch a few bad guys here and there using a futuristic predictive software (I am thinking a crazier version of ‘The Machine’ in the series Person of Interest.)