A chirpy face on a mundane day, with hair all scattered like a bush’s nest and an apple in the hand, begins a day for me. Yes. My eyes get watery in the dust, and I look really perturbed by seeing the traffic jams which send a shiver down my spine. The pale blue sky with no visible shade of the yellow ball, that makes the day so hot, is enveloped by the beautiful grey mist. The worled really seems to be a beautiful place! There is everything to live for. To witness the beauty of the profoundness of nature, one must really shed inhibitions and start walking on a bare street on a Sunday morning. It is really so pleasant to see litte kids playing around the pavement with the very old Indianised version of the English bat and the fog bothering them to search for the very old but so called cork ball. The streets look very tidy! Which of course is extremely surprising! India is so beautiful!
I remember my daughter’s words. One day we went to buy crackers during this Diwali. And as I was walking down the street, I just said randomly- seriously, this is the real India. The poor four year old jumped up! India? She asked. Are we in India? Such an innocent face. I just couldn’t stop laughing! Innocence is such. I wouldn’t term it as ignorance, but es, Isnt innocence so divine that it eases out the pain in our lives within a wink?
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