Not every fire in the oven is failure. This blog captures my kitchen chaos on Aryan’s birthday… and how a failed roast turned into a recipe of laughter, learning, and love.
Time doesn’t walk… it sprints. One moment he was crawling… today, he’s in grammar school. A father’s quiet celebration… of growth, pride, and the ache of letting go.
He’s only ten, but in so many ways, wiser than me. Through laughter, questions, and silent stares, he reminds me who I was before the world grew noisy.
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