Stairs

That's me running up the stairs to the roof. Since the Pandemic began, Dad takes me everyday once to the roof. Before the Pandemic he used to take me for a walk but now-a-days that happens only once a week. Now, the roof is routine and I love that routine. He opens the door and asks me to sit down. Then he asks me to go to the roof with his hand. He sawys his hand in an arch towards the stairs. That's my cue. I spring forward like a canon ball and fly to the roof taking down three stairs at a time. Roof is not as interesting as the road but still something is better than nothing. When it rains, the roof is Heaven. I have learnt the word for the roof. They call it 'chaad'. When they say that word, it means we are going to the roof and I love that.

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