We all have dreams. Most of the nights we are dreaming. But these dreams are not clear to us. We soon forget them and remember nothing when the day breaks. Now and then we have a dream which is so clear that it becomes like a cinematographic picture on the screen of our imagination. We remember the dream forever and as if it was something that actually happened to us.

I had one such dream just one night just before a child was expected to be born in our family.

I saw that I was visiting an old stone house in Simla or some mountain country. There lived an English couple in that house and they had a baby who was very beautiful. There came a snake charmer came out of the basket. They danced and played with the child quite harmlessly.

They boy was very beautiful, always laughing, always chattering. He would print a long kiss on the face of the person who said to him, “master Printer, print a line”. His name was Master Printer and his job was to print a kiss on the face of those who loved him.

When the child was born in our house, it was not he but she. It was not Master Printer but Miss Print. So we now call her Miss Print.

As Miss Print also means”Misprint” it is as if we have a misprint because somehow the child who was to be a boy became girl. But this girl is highly boyish and I call her a girl equal to eight boys.