Adi came back from school, threw his jacket and shoes on the floor and jumped to my lap. Kuhoo shouted, “Slow down. Change your clothes first”.
Careless, he kept telling about all the fun he had in school as I watched him speak. Kuhoo chuckled and went inside the kitchen.
Adi lives in a world of his own. Similar to one I used to, in my childhood. I exactly know how he catches those distant voices, and the fragrances in the air and soil. I know what he sees in old winds, swaying trees and cloudy evenings. With him, it feels like re-living those days again.
Unfortunately the world has become so organized that there is no place for dreams and fantasies any more. Slowly everywhere, logic is dominating and the magic fading. Something we all know and ignore, obscurely. Perhaps, computers will eventually dominate the world and human species will outlive their usefulness.
We are only, our choices. Let us not let that happen. May be if we try, our kids can teach us to be imperfect again.
God bless.
2 comments:
So true man...Wish we could all keep this fresh in our minds all the time.. Suddenly, it will feel like a different life :)
He is very cute...
Still remember your poem. The one in which you had described the sounds of a distant train on its track approaching, or the church bells... I don't remember exactly, but it was vivid.
GOD Bless!!
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