A month or two ago, I was there at Sabaree’s home on my way to a movie. Sabaree is a senior colleague and a good friend of mine. Spent around 30 minutes in his home and had a chance to speak with his nephew Prahalad who is a first grader. 
Here is the transcript of my conversation with him. The original conversation was in Tamil.
Prahalad : Uncle! Are you working with my Chittappa? Where are you coming from?
Me : Yes and I come from Ambattur.
Prahalad : How do you goto Tambaram?
(Tambaram is where my office is)
Me : By train.
Prahalad : How far is it from Ambattur?
Me : around thirty five kilometers.
Prahalad : Do you buy tickets daily?
Me : No. I buy monthly season pass.
Prahalad : What is monthly pass?
At that time, the milkman knocked the door and I tried to explain him with a simple example.
Me : Do you buy milk at home?
Prahalad : Yes. The milkman delivers it daily.
Me : Perfect. Do you pay him daily?
Prahalad : No. I don’t. I am not too old for that.
Me : (!@%$$&*) Ok! Does anyone who is elderly in the home pay him daily?
Prahalad : No. We pay him once in every month.
Me : It is the same way for the train. I don’t buy tickets daily. Instead, I pay for it once in a month by buying a monthly pass.
Prahalad : So, you come to say that you don’t buy tickets.
Me : !@%$$&*!!!!!
Prahalad : Ok fine! How long does it take for you to go to office by train?
Me : It takes around two and a half hours.
Prahalad : Do you know? It takes a week to travel to Delhi.
Me : No my boy! It was the scenario before five years. Now a days with advent of fast trains, it does not take that much time. I suppose one can reach Delhi in two days time.
He never believed me and looked at his grandfather.
Prahalad : Have you traveled in Train for ten thousand hours?
Me : huh?
Prahalad : How long will one reach if he travels for ten thousand hours?
Me : !@%$$&*!!!!!
Sabaree’s dad came to my rescue by pulling Prahalad for regular homework. 
Innocence is bliss. I have experienced it with Prahalad’s inquisitiveness. 
