I was sitting on the Sofa along with my Father in our house.Suddenly a crow perched on our window. My Father asked me, WHAT IS THIS? I replied IT IS A CROW. After a few minutes, My Father asked me 2nd time, WHAT IS THIS? I said, Father, I have just now told you IT IS A CROW. After a little while, my Father again asked me the 3rd time,WHAT IS THIS? At this time some expression of irritation was felt in my tone, I told my Father with a rebuff, IT IS A CROW, A CROW, A CROW. A little after, my Father again asked me 4th time, WHAT IS THIS? I shouted at my Father, Why do you keep asking me the same question again and again, although I have told you so many times IT IS A CROW.Are you not able to understand this? A little later my Father went to his room and came back with an old tattered diary, which he had maintained since I was born. On opening a page, he asked me to read that page. When I read it, the following words were written in the diary.. Today my little son aged three was sitting with me on the sofa, when a crow was sitting on the window. My Son asked me 23 times what it was, and I replied to him all 23 times that it was a Crow. I hugged him lovingly each time he asked me the same question again and again for 23 times. I did not at all feel irritated I rather felt affection for my innocent child...