That night when I entered the room, I saw a silhouette of a small figure. I knew why,and I crouched near her. Acknowledging my presence, she forced a smile. As if assuring me that she is alright, everyone would be alright. Instead a tear made its way to my eye. We both knew it wasn't true. She knew what was going on, and obviously she didn't like what she saw either. It felt like the room was filled with great intensity and also strange emotions.
She burrowed her head in my embrace. Helplessly, we wept bitter tears of sorrow. A sorrow, that still (and will continue to) cling to us, despite our cautiousness. Many at times, we had a wishful thinking that we could just sail away to somewhere only we know and forget the existence of such human nature. But they are just fragile castles being built in thin air. The only thing that stops us from making it a reality is our fortified bond, which always reminds us of our responsibilities and where we stand.
Be it playing, or just having a simple chat with a child who is a decade younger than you, can make you realise a thousand things which you never would feel when you're with people of your age. The genuine joy that you experience with a child (or children) has a different effect. (at least it does on me) A feeling that will linger in your heart and somehow it makes you feel melancholic after much thought.
I was just sitting down, watching her play lego. I wonder, if it could only be this simple all the time. With no crisis, vehemency or unrest.
Sometimes the innocence of a child rejunvenates you, sometimes it makes you age with exhuastion. It makes you cry with tears of joy, and also tears of woe. Because, it will all soon become another memory, it would be lost someday. And you won't be able to feel the relish of it anymore. The reality of it sucks, and theres nothing you can do about it, except to let it go.
These tears would create an unforgettable history in our personal lives.
Whisk 'n' Bake Personal Nook 6/09/2004 02:18:00 PM
