It was morning time yesterday – clouds and sun played hide and seek as it usually does this time of the year at my side of the planet…. I was in a hurry as usual, heading towards the bus stop – on my way to work…. I usually love such weather but this seemed an unusually un-romantic day to me….thanks to the numerous thoughts that have been keeping me pre occupied over the past few days..
I would not have noticed anything on my way, given a chance … I was unreasonably late……when suddenly I glanced upon this small child …. Aged at most six, wearing a well pleated school uniform, hair tied up in neat ponytails, a perpetual smile on her face….but what caught my attention was her tiny finger clutching onto her father’s index finger…..what complete submission…what sense of absolute security …. What a rocking life!
Tracing down my memory lanes…..I could not help remember my days in montessori….the pleasure that filled my heart when daddy picked my school bag and the only load I had was a tiny water bottle…I still remember how much I jabbered when he and I walked past avenues…I still remember the beautiful smell of freshly baked bread from the bakery on the way....I still remember the games we'd play at "tiffin-break"!
Why on earth do we grow up! Why do we have to mature and start understanding the complications in life! Why do we have to make decisions and regret/ revel in their aftermath?
I wish I remained a child at heart for ever – unscathed by the perturbations of the world , untarnished by the darkness that accompanies adulthood…..I wish I could “return to innocence”………..