Closet Dreams!
‘Wheee’, squealed Ishaani, as she raced by on her roller-skates , dashing across the sparsely furnished drawing room of her house, like a tornado that took pride in demolishing anything that came her way. She raced in frenzy towards the wall on which the television was mounted, and promptly placed her palms on the TV screen to bring her expedition to a stop, even as her mother, Divya, sighed in sheer exasperation. Whoever said that girls were made of sugar, spice and all things nice had ,clearly, not met the six year old Ishaani, a force of nature , who was made of thunder, lightning and all things chaotic! Ishaani began her day by creating a whirlpool of water and soap in the washroom. The allure of the fragrant, fun and incorrigibly messy world created by her would inevitably hold her captive, leaving her parents at their wits end, after the action filled endeavour to pack the apple of their eye off to school. School, in itself, was nothing short of an adventure, for there was...