The little boy was rubbing the crayons on his paper for sometime now. Finally, disgusted, he threw them at a distance. Frowning he went up and outside and sat there in the porch. The sound of the waves could be heard from there. He sat there looking towards the direction of the sea though it was not visible from there. His father went up to him and sat beside him.

"What is the matter?" he asked.The boy didnt reply."Tell me," the father pursued, "if you have a problem, I'll solve it.""Its the c...