Sunday, April 10, 2011

In Fond Remembrance….


Childhood is perhaps the most elusive part of our life which whirrs by sooner than we realise. My way of reminiscing and cherishing what has gone by is to spend time with those still in it. It’s cliché but nevertheless the sweetest truth I love to keep hearing – Children are God’s own creation. Caught up in the grown up world with its own trials and tribulations, the pit stop I always choose to have before I decide to trudge on in my next chosen path is to spend some quality time with kids.
  
Nithi And Shradhu - They are my pit stops
To me, being in their company is being in the company of simplicity and innocence all built into one combo package. I always fall short of words to explain why this is so. This is definitely something that is better understood by experience. My niece once asked me a question – “Is it true that God is everywhere?”. I answer yes. The next question followed – “Is that why you want me to say sorry to God whenever I stamp my book?”.  I say yes. I wasn’t prepared for what came next. “Does that mean I need to apologise to God everytime I sit on dad’s lap or jump on him, because God is there too?”. 

They remind me that life is not just about achievements, accomplishments or whatever big words we choose to justify our course of actions. Children are living testimony to the fact that life is in taking strolls to the park, in flying a kite, in counting stars, in listening to the birds chirping, in floating boats in rainwater. This is just as 
undemanding as life could get.

I don’t want to overstate that it is always wonderful being around children. Of course, there are bruised knees and broken noses that are to be bandaged. Of course there are broken toys and torn out books lying everywhere. They have a thousand questions that need answers. But at the end of the day, past all this when a child cuddles up in my lap or when those little fingers hold me tightly, all my troubles melt away and I know that beyond all the naughtiness the child is a just a little bundle of joy finding fulfilment in whatever little things it does.

 If God were to give me another chance to be a child again, I would perhaps be jumping guns to relive it. Again, I know it’s cliché but I also know you guys would do the same if you were given the gift of childhood again.

I hope you enjoyed reading the post as much as I was refreshed writing it. J

~Vidya