My lark
"She is as happy-as-a-lark", I told my friend who enquired about how my daughter was coping with the lockdown woes. "What do you mean by lark, Mamma?" "Lark is a bird, baby". "Oh I didn't see that in my Birds book. How does it look? What colour is it? Is it big like vulture or small like sparrow? And why is it happy, like me!" Now that was like a surprise Biology test. I had no clue what a lark looked like; lucky me I remembered it was a bird. "Let me finish this call and I'll show you how the lark looks and answer all your questions." I bought some time to update myself, thanking Google God for the umpteenth time. Imagine if Google did not exist, where would I find answers to all these questions, and my daughter would easily think I was so dumb. We found basic details about the lark, and took a look at the pictures too. A drawing of lark was added to her daily sketch book. I told her that the lark, like her