How many stars are their in the sky?
How far is the sky?
Can we touch it?
When was the last time we had these endless, continuous, relentless questions?
Remember that magical time when we watched that Beatle bug in hushed wonder, amazed at its texture, coloured orange or red, with black spots.
Flowing crawl of the caterpillar and those butterflies in various colours which we loved to watch.
Aristotle said, “philosophy begins in wonder…” and children are the philosophers among us.
Full of joy and laughter, sparkling eyes, cute as button, voice sweet as honey, exuberant, vibrant and wondrous.
I got a toy camel for my nephew which on switching on would walk and play desert music. He was so fascinated that he made it walk the whole day , walking behind it. Naturally battery was to get over. Since he was not done with it yet, I changed the battery and to his amusement it started walking again.
He certainly learnt a lot from this. One fine day we were all sitting in verandah while he brought one dead ant in anticipation that making it walk would be as easy as changing a battery.
That is the kind of innocence and unwavering faith we have as kids.
Children see things, most adults never do and their observations often lead to question that stretches the mind and quicken the soul.
They dare to paint the apple blue if they want. Many of world’s artistic creation and scientific discoveries spring from just this sort of childlike daring.
Almost every kid have questions on dinosaurs. Why aren’t there any more dinosaurs?
Dinosaurs are vivid Proof that the world was once very different, which gets a child imagination running wild.
Why can’t we continue ripping our imagination? Why can’t we enter that enchanted garden of childhood and weave labyrinthine tales? Tales
in which we stride through forests , fly to the moon , walk on stars in voicelessly eloquent nights. Where everything is sleeping but creation all luminious, fresh and astonishing.
Sometimes we become convinced that we must leave behind all vestiges of childhood in order to be taken seriously.
Why can’t we relax into that dreamy world in which we one inhabited ourselves?
Without childlikeness, says therapist Elizabeth weathersby, “We are cut off from our capacity to be simple, spontaneous, aware, trusting and open to life.”
So drift back to those beloved old toys, the games you played, your adventures and disappointments.
I certainly miss those times when we lived every moment fully, every season was a wonder.
बारिश में भीगते थे बिना किसी चिंता के
और धुप में खेलते और छाँव ढूंढ लेते थे
सर्दी की सुबह भी रोकती न थी कभी
वो दिन कहाँ हैं जब खुल के जी लेते थे.
Let’s punctuate our days with bits of playfulness, loosen up a bit, wonder at universe, dare to be what u really are. flow like a spring of clear water from mountains, open and unconditional to life.
Let us live every day like a child.