Once upon a time there was a little boy. His parents tried to teach him the days of the week.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Monday, dad would say. Munjay, he would say. Tuesday. Chewsjay. Wednesday. Wenesay. Thursday. Chursay. Friday, dad would say. Cryday he would say. Saturday. Chachuray. Sunday. Chunday. Why he said Cryday for Friday they never understood. In those words was a deep secret.
As time passed, he would often ask for cried rice instead of fried rice. And cryums instead of fryums. And Cryons instead of crayons. He loved cryptic crosswords though he never understood any of them. They did not realize that these words hid a connection...
Little did his parents know that he was a cryborg from the planet Crypton. They were the masters of crying. They had elevated it to the level of a fine art. And through a strange destiny, a crashing comet and some luck, a cryborg found its way to earth as a little boy.
And then, one day, he found himself in a bank that was being attacked by the masked marauders. And he found himself, a 4 year old face to face with the thieves. He did what came naturally to him. He cried. And cried so much that within no time the thieves found a pool of tears at their feet. They did not know whether to pacify him or run. They ran. And slipped in those tears. The heist was halted. The boy became a hero. But that was not important for him.
The boy from Crypton had discovered himself and his superpower...
[Needless to say, the little one is not sure whether he likes this story I created for him during one of those teary sessions...]