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Innocence!

I am not a very huge fan of children,

Overwhelming as they always leave me,

Fearing, exhausted, and hidden.

Despite which they have never failed

To wipe my tears,

Into smiles and cheers.

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Untainted Love

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I must admit that I am not a very big fan of kids, but neither do I hate them. Somehow kids love me a lot. Whenever they are around me, they want to be with just me. One would want only me to feed him, the other will play only with me. Even when I don’t want to be with them, they want to be with me!! And sometimes, I do get a little bit irritated when parents just leave them with me, regardless of their behaviour.

But I must say, that when I am not working, and I am not busy, the do make me happy. I know there are conditions attached here, but that is the truth.

I love how they cuddle against me, how they show their love towards me without any hint of jealousy.

There’s is the angelic love.

 

 

Atithi tum kab jaoge?

If you are tired of your work, if you really need a break, what do you do? Most certainly, I would go off on a vacation and not barge into someone’s place uninvited, unwelcome. I also thought that most people would do the same until recently when I came across a person who was willing to break into anyone’s apartment rather than hers.

We had the terrible month of the year, with a wedding just done with in the family, with renovation in the house going on, with my brother’s college going, with my exams; in short every one of us in the family was deep submerged into work.  And on top of it all we had a distant relative coming over. This relative of us has never been that close, we have never visited each other; in fact we don’t even see each other unless there is an occasion. So she called us one fine day to ask if it was okay for her to come over and stay with us for a while? What were we to say? No? of course not! That would have been just rude and mean, but a yes was an added trouble at that time.

So with a diplomatic answer my parents hung up the phone, hoping she got the hint. With no door bells for the couple of days we thought she did get the hint, but then the third day brought her in with her two daughters just when we were having our lunch.

What is it a hotel? No!! We live in our house and we don’t expect uninvited people all the time. So how are we to feed them? Of course the men don’t realise this.

“Come, come, eat with us.” Said my dad.

But what do we serve them? I was to eat out so there was food for the only three of them. Any how my mother managed to prepare food for all. And she also made separate food for her 6 month old daughter.

Food was not the problem. It was her distance from us. We barely meet and talk, and now she was at our place, and we were lost with what to do with her and her two daughters. Her 6 month old was still fine to be with, but her elder daughter 6 years old, she was a child I have never seen. She would not sit still for a moment, and I can safely say that there is a fine line between being a child and a manner less one. Believe me; you wouldn’t have seen such a kid. I lost all my control when she tore two of my prepared answers to which I had no other copy of and still her mother did not say a word. I lost all control and yet all I could do was ask her politely to take that child away! What was I to do?

I knew kids are not my cup of tea, but I also am always capable of handling them well. At least manage to. But she was out of my imagination. All I wanted was to ask her to leave but of course that was out of the question.

And so this whole inconvenience went on for the next week. Our home was just a weird place to live in even for us. When she lived with us, we realised that she had guests at her own place and she was just tired of all the work and needed a break herself.

I don’t know how relieved she must have been living with us and having very little in common with us, but for us it was very bizarre. And all the while we just hoped when she would leave and we could get rid of fake smiles, unintended politeness, and all the formality.

We were in a situation of-

“Atithi tum  kab jaoge?”

 

The act of kindness

I was travelling and it had been a long journey, with a sleepless night and a delayed train. Impatiently waiting for my station I noticed the people sitting across me and couldn’t help but give them a big smile.

There were two kids approximately 5 years old accompanied by their father. Honestly, they were the two cutest kids I’d ever seen, with chubby cheeks, turban tied hair and the amazing smile. They were busy in their own world fighting for the small car, their dad’s mobile phone and nothing in particular. One of them picked up the last cookie from the packet and took a bite when their dad said to him, “You didn’t give it your brother? How can you eat it alone?”

What the boy did next kept me smiling. He halved the cookie and gave it to his brother with no regret on his face. His smile was in fact wider when he added, “If you want you can have the whole cookie. And sorry that I did not asked you before eating it.”

Their father could have bought them a whole new packet, it was sure no big deal but it was the act of kindness that mattered, the teaching of sharing, the act of love involved that mattered.

What we teach our kids is really important these days and he sure is a great dad, and I am pretty sure that these kids will prove to be few of the best people of the next generation. I couldn’t believe 5 years old kids behaving with such maturity while sometimes even older people like us tend to forget our protocols.

They sure made my morning beautiful.

The Red Balloon

I was at a carnival, it was more of an ‘Indian mela’ where there are rides for the children and some stalls for you to buy stuff and counters to satisfy your always hungry stomach. I was sauntering around when a young kid passed by and I couldn’t help track him down. My eyes were glued to him and his actions.

He was a small child wearing carefree tracks and a red t-shirt enhancing his cutest smile. He held tightly to a red air balloon and was hopping along with his parents. I smiled at him even though I was not sure if he would return the smile. Indeed he did and the moment he smiled at me with his open heart he lost the balloon; he just left the string.

And there we were both of us staring at the red balloon flying high in the air. I thought he would cry but he didn’t, instead he kept smiling and giggling and he moved on. He went away with his parents and I was there standing still and wondering how could he let go a thing he loved so much.

I do not know why I stood there? I cannot tell why but I just couldn’t let go of the sight. The balloon was not even mine. How was it so easy for him to let go off and so difficult for me? I do not know what I wanted, the balloon? Or to let go of something or even the authority to fly freely into the air without any restrictions just like the red balloon? I simply don’t know.

I do not know and yet I stood there staring at the red balloon flying high in the sky, smiling until someone came and pulled me along to go eat some ice cream.