Virtual tour

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My pre-school going son was crying to go to our native place as its summer holidays for him. We had dropped the idea this year keeping the current pandemic outbreak. We are in Noida on an official transfer leaving behind our native place near Bangalore.

My wife tried most of the ways to comfort him by giving his favourite foods, playing his favourite game, trying to be himself and playing with him. But nothing was encouraging to keep him calm. It was reluctant and want his longing to be fulfilled.

I was a listener from the corner of the sofa working on my laptop. He became too loud and uncontrollable. She glanced at me and went to the drawing-room and got a drawing sheet. She traced the world map and began to colour. His eyes filled with joy but he was attached to his…