A month ago I was in a rush to catch my flight which I was almost about to miss for my irresponsibility and unusual circumstances of getting delayed. One of my brothers was going to drop me at the airport so we both were hurrying down to the destination. He was driving rashly and I was continuously looking at watch and profusely sweating praying not to land in an uncanny conclusion. But in the process my brother’s cute little 2 year son grabbed my attention. He was glaring at me like I was some kind of ghost he has encountered for the first time. Even I began starring at him as he did, but when I started moving my hands a bit near him he gave a blushing smile with a bubbling cheek. As I touched his soft and spongy cheek he came back with a wonderful smile every time. Then he was busy playing with my luggage nearby and I was involved in some stupid jokes and weird faces with him. It was for my good I guess that pressure I had for catching the flight was gone as I was busy playing with the kid. Thankfully I safely reached my destination and got on board, maybe it was to happen and I was over reacting and the cute little boy was saying relax you will make it on time.

I was sitting back home one morning and the bell rang as our laundry maid came by for clothes. Mummy was busy counting and talking to the maid while I was wondering about what the 3 year old boy of the maid was doing. I couldn’t stop myself thinking that how come such a small boy was walking bare footed in such a scorching heat. He came by with his brother who was hardly 5-6 year old and he took care of him as he was busy running around. After a while he just sat down and kept waving his hands all over the floor with a smile in his face, I asked his brother what is he doing and he says, “It’s the flooring Sir, he has never seen a marble flooring before.” But then he stood up and started playing with the hanging chandeliers, as his interest came down his eyes went around the shining glass pebbles kept at the table. Slowly and steadily he looked around and dropped two of them in his pocket noticing everyone was busy around him. I went to him and asked him what is that you are hiding; with a cute peppy voice nodding his head he says nothing. Knowingly I left him alone to keep it with him but the boy shocked me as he came back after a while with hands forward and those pebbles in it. I told him to keep it with him as he was enjoying it, he went back to his brother smiling and showing what he has got.

  A week back a psychotic friend of mine started shooting a documentary capturing the festive season in a temple nearby, capturing our culture, our traditions with the smell of the soil. As I was standing by watching him shoot I saw four small children standing nearby barely wearing any clothes and shoes to cover up themselves. They were just enjoying the crowd and kept laughing and dancing as the music was playing somewhere around. Then there was a tiny conversation about it between me and my friend.

Me: Look at them carefree and bother less of worldly pleasures.

Friend: Yes I saw them earlier also; they came to me asking for food.

Me: Then what did you do?

Friend: I went to a shop nearby and bought them a huge bottle of soft drink and some biscuits.

I felt touched and happy for what he did and expressed. It was good to see his humanity and the service for mankind.

Friend: You know something they are great actors.

Me: So what it’s the circumstances that make them act accordingly. They are forced to act because of the curse they are born with, the curse named Poverty and Hunger.

And then there was a slip of tongue, a thought that struck like a flash of light.

Me: I think we must capture these moments and make a short documentary about it, about the slums, poverty everything.

Friend: Ya we should but you think it’s easy it’s not that simple. Walking those lanes is nothing less than impossible.

Me: Maybe we can give a shot.

Friend: Hmm, some day we will my friend, some day we will.

I wish we can do so one day, maybe we are dreaming big but we will. One day there will be lights in those streets of darkness, one day there will be happiness in those streets of loneliness, one day the world will witness the ground reality bitter in taste. At times we had toys, chocolates and teddies hanging around us every second we demanded for but it’s sad to even think that what is it those innocent souls don’t deserve at such a tender age. From education to basic necessities why is it that we can be the privileged ones and they cannot.

A while back I went by to one my relatives. And there I witnessed one of the prettiest little thing I ever seen, a sweet little 4 year old girl, with a wonderful little smile. Everyone was deeply involved chatting and laughing while I was busy fooling around with the kid. I asked Aunty that which class she is currently studying in and the atmosphere was suddenly drenched with deep silence. I couldn’t understand what happened and Aunty replies she has been stopped from schooling right now. I was a bit shocked and puzzled that moment, later on when things settled down I couldn’t stop myself from asking Aunty what happened to her. And she says the doctors said there is a small hole in her heart, a congenital heart defect for which she is asked to rest for a while. I was left speechless and dumbstruck, unknown of the disease the kid holds with her she kept smiling, talking and playing with people around.

Kids will always be precious, greed, selfish, vulnerable or silent but they always will be. Those touching cries, those cutest of the cutest looks, those tender love and those adoring words even though we pass through toughest of the moments but witnessing one cute little smile makes the day no matter where we are or what we do, it does. God comes in different faces and yes they do reside in those adorable gifts of nature.

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