I was in the back seat of our car with my 3 month old son,
trying everything possible from inside a car to stop his crying. If
kids can have claustrophobia, I think my baby has it then. Is it possible
indeed? Be it an elevator, a car or a small dark room, he would start howling
and the moment we step out of it, there he is, back to his old smiling self…
Anyways, while trying to gain his attention, I showed him
the dark sky and the twinkling stars. Of course, I was singing the rhyme
“twinkle twinkle little star”… I don’t know whether he could really see the
stars or whether it was the rhyme, he finally gave in and slowly fell into a
deep slumber.
I continued to watch the sky and the twinkling stars…it’s so
beautiful…so serene…so warming…so peaceful…so miraculous…
As a kid I used to love to sit outside in the evenings and count the stars. As a pre-teen, I used to sit outside after dinner and merely gawk at the sky as my grandparents went for their usual after dinner walk. As a teenager I used to look up at the sky with the hope that there would be a single star in the sky, because my friends and I, we believed that if there is a single star, we can wish for anything and our wish would come true. I wish…
More than the beauty what struck me is that I don’t remember
the last time I gazed at the stars. I don’t think I have become so busy that I
don’t have the time anymore to just look up. Or is it that I do look up but all
I see is the darkness? As children we appreciate the little things in life, we value and cherish happiness…As we grow we at times lose that ability which used to set us apart as innocent children.
At that time in the car, though the sky was filled with
stars, I decided to make a wish…I wished for the child in me to appreciate each
and everything and everyone around me… I wish I could find happiness in every
single thing that I do… I wish I could forget and forgive… I wish I could laugh
at even the silliest of things… I wish…….
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