A few weeks ago, I hopped in to one of the flats of my co-operative society to pay a small kid a visit. The kid, barely in Sr.K.G (as she proudly mentions her academic status) suffered severe burns on her tummy in a freak accident while playing with crackers around Diwali this year. I got the news, thanks to this virtual network of kakus (the neighbour-aunts, in familiar terms), just in time for a month to end following the incident. How the kid got the burns is not important over here (though the mistake lies with her elders of not keeping an eye on her activities with the don't-even-touch-them crackers). The kid, of course, is still at home, recovering from the burns, half-happy due to no studies, and half-sad due to restrictions put on her favourite activity of running and jumping all over the place. Her mother, as a matter of fact, narrated the entire incident (which I had already heard from my mother, a passive participant of the kakus network). I was busy putting glances at the kid to catch her responses to her mother's narrative, which I guessed from her expressions, was for the umpteenth time for the umpteenth visitor. She appeared to have been used to this and stood there, moving playfully for a couple of times, watching her little frock sway with her movements. The moment her mother finished, she pointed at her little tummy and said 'Look! It was paining her but now I'm fine!' The glow on her face could give all the Fair and Lovely users a complex and the smile on her face inspite of the burns not subdued yet could give the groaning patients a much-needed boost. This led to an instant smile on my face and my mind said 'God Bless You,Child..' So never miss a chance to experience the innocence of a child. Works wonders.
1 comment:
gr8 one!!innocence can often be seen in train as well!try catchin up the window seat ;-)!!
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