As seen through child's eyes. Whenever I pass by a busy road, my 7 year old cousin Kanha
manages to see something which will never catch an adult's eye.
While I am too busy honking, stressing, fretting and fuming at the chaos which
surrounds us, he looks outside the window and says, 'see there's a kite and its hurt',
referring to one hanging on a wire shredded into pieces.
And I realise of course, the kite's had a story.
Simple, pure and fun.
What a lesson to be learnt. Wow! My storytelling is improving.
And I give credit to Kanha for it. He is teaching me more things than I can
ever teach him. And he definitely makes a better teacher than me.
Way better. Because innocence is his biggest tool.
Sadly, that is one tool I lost several years back.
When I left the realms of childhood to step into a corrupted outside world,
I left my mother's lap to fall prey to the vices of materialism and stopped
living to earn a living.
manages to see something which will never catch an adult's eye.
While I am too busy honking, stressing, fretting and fuming at the chaos which
surrounds us, he looks outside the window and says, 'see there's a kite and its hurt',
referring to one hanging on a wire shredded into pieces.
And I realise of course, the kite's had a story.
Simple, pure and fun.
What a lesson to be learnt. Wow! My storytelling is improving.
And I give credit to Kanha for it. He is teaching me more things than I can
ever teach him. And he definitely makes a better teacher than me.
Way better. Because innocence is his biggest tool.
Sadly, that is one tool I lost several years back.
When I left the realms of childhood to step into a corrupted outside world,
I left my mother's lap to fall prey to the vices of materialism and stopped
living to earn a living.
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