"Papa, I wanna have some snacks" , said Wahid. What, Who Whaid? I'll tell you. But first focus on the conversion. "Paa, come on, just a little snack." "Nah, not now, Dadda is busy." Disappointed little Wahid looks upto his dadda, there is fire reflecting off his eyes. He takes big steps from his tiny feet, with a mouth puffed, like a balloon, full of air. Starts to walk away from his father. Stops in the middle of his walk, turns back, like a tiger does. Squeezes his eyes, air from his puffed mouth travels to his nostrils, and because of this phenomenon, shrinking his mouth. Walks towards his father, very cunningly, like a fox. Stops at a radius of 1 meter from his father. "Papu, but I don't want to waste my Sunday here" What, Here where? You had to have a flow to read dude. Oh! Wahid. Yeah. Okay first lemme tell you about Wahid. He is a little boy. Moving on. "But Wahid there are cos----" Just kidding. Wahid, he is 8 years old....
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