Aashi and Aashu sitting on a green pasture of land...with their arms folded...legs crossed...their eyes displaying the innocence and serenity that would make anyone believe that children are true reflections of the Almighty.

It was a bright sunny day with the wind swaying away the tiny buds of the pink roses that were about to blossom , gusting through the large banyan tree was a breeze complementing the symphony of the birds chirping and swirling across the blue sky!!They sat their gazing at Aadya, their teacher, their guide and their genie to all they could ever think of.

Aashi- Teacher, what is the first word that you get to...