Listen Amaya Page #3

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that it feels like I

know the country inside out.

It's amazing!

That's great!

It sounds like you

get to travel the world,

without having to leave the cafe at all!

Actually that is true!

There's something

special about this little cafe".

Is this your daughter?

Yes

How do you know?

She has your eyes..

What does she do?

She does a lot of things!

She's a full time writer,

Part time cafe manager,

But..

At heart, Amaya is a..

Free spirit!

"The mind knows no boundaries"

"Dreams have no walls"

"They walk hand in hand"

"As you follow where life calls.."

"The mind knows no boundaries"

"Dreams have no walls"

"They walk hand in hand"

"As you follow where life calls.."

You can read later,

let's concentrate on

writing our book first.

Jazz..

This is a story of a weasel.

Don't waste time on

stupid books! Lets go.

We must buy this one!

I said, get up!

Jazz!

It's a great title for our book.

Weasel on a hot tin roof!

This seems to be older than me also!

Will this camera work?

It might, or it might not!

"Open skies above me"

"Not a corner to be seen

"A gentle breeze flows past free"

"Directionless but so happily keen"

"if I could only fly"

"Like those birds soaring high"

"Knowing them as I sail by"

"Speaking their

language, not being shy

"Those many sun kissed lanes"

"From where the breeze whispers out"

"Dancing lightly as sprinkling rain"

"Kissing lips that curl in a pout"

"The mind knows no boundaries"

"Dreams have no walls"

"They walk hand in hand"

"As you follow where life calls.."

Hi Leela!

Hi Jayant.

We're on our way to the famous

stuffed flat bread lane in Chandni Chowk.

To eat there?

No..

To buy chickens and sell eggs instead!

And before you ask,

Your daughter is safe and well.

You have

absolutely no cause for concern.

You know, when I was a child,

we used to come here very often.

This was dad's favorite Sunday outing.

In fact, I even started to write here.

The Busy Bazaar.

My first story,

I was nine years old.

Dad read the story,

and asked me to change the way it ended.

But I didn't change it,

Because I believed in my story.

You know, that day

my father became my biggest fan.

He used to say,

the day your first book gets published,

we'll celebrate it with Champagne.

I guess he just ran out of time.

Come, I want you to

meet a very interesting man.

He repairs old clocks,

his shop is somewhere close by.

"Hold on to these memories"

"Fragrant, fresh moments all"

"May they never

fade like a dying breeze"

"These precious moments of recall"

"Lock up these special moments"

"Deep inside our heart"

"Telling others our stories"

"When they come out of the dark"

"The hope of every morning"

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