Sitting on the Veranada i was observing him,trying to be as discreet as I can ,lest he becomes conscious .There was spring in his step , twinkle in his eyes, an innocent yet overpowering happiness on his face. The kind of happiness I have not seen in ages on peoples faces in spite of achieving so called "success". What I have seen is momentary celebration followed by anxiety. Each success has to be followed by yet another milestone. And here someone is so happy that the gaiety of his laughter has overwhelmed the surrounding.
Bemused ,i called him. He came. He must have been barely four or five years old. I asked you seem so cheerful , what happened .He gave me a curious look ; I realized it was a stupid question. The world of sorrow , greed , aspiration has not yet touched his pristine soul.
He walked away slowly to come back with a small piece of toy he had made out of clay. As i observed his source of happiness , I realized I miss those days of simple pleasure , I bet i do !
Bemused ,i called him. He came. He must have been barely four or five years old. I asked you seem so cheerful , what happened .He gave me a curious look ; I realized it was a stupid question. The world of sorrow , greed , aspiration has not yet touched his pristine soul.
He walked away slowly to come back with a small piece of toy he had made out of clay. As i observed his source of happiness , I realized I miss those days of simple pleasure , I bet i do !
