Hey there!
One of my father's friends had suggested that I should start writing journals.I did take it seriously at that time but then eventually I started finding reasons for not writing it.Well the basic reason being,"I cant find time...". I still remember him saying,"look around you and write about any small thing that touches your heart...for you never know what lies within you..."
And so this is a little cute scene which does not hold much importance but it is etched in my mind forever.I realized that my father's friend was right...we should write...for we never know what lies within us....
I'm sure most of us will find our lost childhood years in this little girl who was a fellow passenger in my school bus.
She wore her dark hair in plaits that were tied with this red coloured ribbon and little locks fell on that cheerful face gleaming with happiness.The uniform had patches of mud and dirt and clearly reflected the owner's sporting spirit.Her big eyes sparkled with affection and love as she sat there beside me and admired that blue coloured bottle in hand.I did'nt know her name,but she did remind me of someone...someone I knew really well...myself.
I saw myself in her.. the picture of me almost nine years back ...
She sat there sipping water from her new bottle,occasionally she would look at it and admire the beautiful blue colour and the cherries painted on it and then sip again. We were so similar I thought...I still remember the importance I would give to my new bags and bottles.I remember going to school with an eraser in my hand and I refused to keep it inside even while I was in the bus.(Well I also remember loosing it and asking my friend to lend hers...).
She then stopped sipping and poured a little water into the cup and started drinking in that manner.She would pause,give that cup a little shake and keenly watch the water dancing in within it and smile to hersel.I enjoyed my time observing her and travelling down those memory lanes with her.Her little lips did not pause for a while and she continued drinking water....it seemed as though plain water had transformed into this divine drink inside that little blue bottle.
It was our first day of school and I knew that the bottle would soon loose its importance as the days passed.Will she then ,ever remember,the joy it had brought that little heart...!
(Written on-3/04/2014)
Friends wouldn't this world be a better place if happiness was treasured in a small bottle holding a little water within it...?(Just my thought...what do you guys think?)
One of my father's friends had suggested that I should start writing journals.I did take it seriously at that time but then eventually I started finding reasons for not writing it.Well the basic reason being,"I cant find time...". I still remember him saying,"look around you and write about any small thing that touches your heart...for you never know what lies within you..."
And so this is a little cute scene which does not hold much importance but it is etched in my mind forever.I realized that my father's friend was right...we should write...for we never know what lies within us....
I'm sure most of us will find our lost childhood years in this little girl who was a fellow passenger in my school bus.
She wore her dark hair in plaits that were tied with this red coloured ribbon and little locks fell on that cheerful face gleaming with happiness.The uniform had patches of mud and dirt and clearly reflected the owner's sporting spirit.Her big eyes sparkled with affection and love as she sat there beside me and admired that blue coloured bottle in hand.I did'nt know her name,but she did remind me of someone...someone I knew really well...myself.
I saw myself in her.. the picture of me almost nine years back ...
She sat there sipping water from her new bottle,occasionally she would look at it and admire the beautiful blue colour and the cherries painted on it and then sip again. We were so similar I thought...I still remember the importance I would give to my new bags and bottles.I remember going to school with an eraser in my hand and I refused to keep it inside even while I was in the bus.(Well I also remember loosing it and asking my friend to lend hers...).
She then stopped sipping and poured a little water into the cup and started drinking in that manner.She would pause,give that cup a little shake and keenly watch the water dancing in within it and smile to hersel.I enjoyed my time observing her and travelling down those memory lanes with her.Her little lips did not pause for a while and she continued drinking water....it seemed as though plain water had transformed into this divine drink inside that little blue bottle.
It was our first day of school and I knew that the bottle would soon loose its importance as the days passed.Will she then ,ever remember,the joy it had brought that little heart...!
(Written on-3/04/2014)
Aadya di u know how crazyily i love ur work keep writing and i assure u my love for ur writing will increase day by day
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