It is quite often that we hear from people older saying "life is not a child's play"
Yesterday I witnessed something that totally contradicted this philosophy of the mentally, and physically old people, for such a conclusion is the very end.
The city had a few showers to cool the place a bit, and there was a small patch of water in the temple where I went yesterday. All of us made sure not to step on it, and went on with our own activities. There is always something charming about these small temples in the neighborhood. They play a wonderful part of your childhood, and about everyday life in general. So yesterday, there were a bunch of kids playing some game. A cute skinny girl caught my attention. I loved that child for the way she enjoyed every bit of running around. and suddenly in a while I saw her face not so happy. She was showing her mom how she got herself wet, and how it hurt skidding in the water patch. The small patch had become large, spread over by area, and you could make out that the culprit was a kid by the footprints that went out of it.
The best part of it was that she continued running with the same enthusiasm as she was. I suddenly stopped and gave a look at her. I wanted to see her face clearly. Her milk teeth had fallen off, and she was a growing girl. the toothless wonder gave me a charming and warm smile and asked me "hEy!!! When did you come??" I said "a while ago" and continued with what I was doing, she continued what she was upto, we bumped into each other ever now and then, and she showed me how she got herself wet, how her hands turned red (due to some other prank), and so many such things in short intervals. I then saw her dance to the music on the water where she fell, with the same smile of hers. How we forget such beautiful things when we keep growing up. She learnt to get over it, and dance over the thing that could actually hurt her. How many of us today make conquer the troubles that potentially harm us, and make it a fun experience? Like everyone make friends at such places, that girl is now my friend. We don't know each others names, where we stay, but we are friends and we need no reason to give naughty smiles at each other.
This story ends where the water patch got completely disappeared. She spread the little water all over, and it got dried immediately. Everyone walked across comfortably not having to worry about skidding.
So next time you find someone saying "it is not a child's play", you can most certainly take it for granted that they are frustrated souls who cannot connect to the coming new generation. (For people of my age: accept it, a new generation has started coming, it is beyond your own niece/nephew, the kids in the park, street, local temple or just anywhere.) Stay connected with people of different races, generations, cultures etc. It will keep you most lively and you will enjoy every moment of living, and literally play your way through everything.
Current track: Birds chirping outside the window... (importance of connecting with nature will come on some other time)
Yesterday I witnessed something that totally contradicted this philosophy of the mentally, and physically old people, for such a conclusion is the very end.
The city had a few showers to cool the place a bit, and there was a small patch of water in the temple where I went yesterday. All of us made sure not to step on it, and went on with our own activities. There is always something charming about these small temples in the neighborhood. They play a wonderful part of your childhood, and about everyday life in general. So yesterday, there were a bunch of kids playing some game. A cute skinny girl caught my attention. I loved that child for the way she enjoyed every bit of running around. and suddenly in a while I saw her face not so happy. She was showing her mom how she got herself wet, and how it hurt skidding in the water patch. The small patch had become large, spread over by area, and you could make out that the culprit was a kid by the footprints that went out of it.
The best part of it was that she continued running with the same enthusiasm as she was. I suddenly stopped and gave a look at her. I wanted to see her face clearly. Her milk teeth had fallen off, and she was a growing girl. the toothless wonder gave me a charming and warm smile and asked me "hEy!!! When did you come??" I said "a while ago" and continued with what I was doing, she continued what she was upto, we bumped into each other ever now and then, and she showed me how she got herself wet, how her hands turned red (due to some other prank), and so many such things in short intervals. I then saw her dance to the music on the water where she fell, with the same smile of hers. How we forget such beautiful things when we keep growing up. She learnt to get over it, and dance over the thing that could actually hurt her. How many of us today make conquer the troubles that potentially harm us, and make it a fun experience? Like everyone make friends at such places, that girl is now my friend. We don't know each others names, where we stay, but we are friends and we need no reason to give naughty smiles at each other.
This story ends where the water patch got completely disappeared. She spread the little water all over, and it got dried immediately. Everyone walked across comfortably not having to worry about skidding.
So next time you find someone saying "it is not a child's play", you can most certainly take it for granted that they are frustrated souls who cannot connect to the coming new generation. (For people of my age: accept it, a new generation has started coming, it is beyond your own niece/nephew, the kids in the park, street, local temple or just anywhere.) Stay connected with people of different races, generations, cultures etc. It will keep you most lively and you will enjoy every moment of living, and literally play your way through everything.
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| Something that just came on my facebook home page. So apt to the situation |
Current track: Birds chirping outside the window... (importance of connecting with nature will come on some other time)
