The dust particles that rise in the air every time the bed is made, looks to you like tiny fireworks in the bedroom....
INTROSPECTION
Oh, Curious One. The sun to you seems like a huge spotlight. You crunch your face and close your sleepy eyes in the morning. As it falls over your innocent face, long gone into deep sleep and dreaming big dreams. The dust particles that rise in the air every time the bed is made, looks to you like tiny fireworks in the bedroom. Tap water looks like magic and showering is the best thing in the world. Bubble bath seems like foamy dessert and all the funny echoes seem to make you laugh so hard. Because it’s hilarious, being covered in soap and water in the scorching summer. The sky seems like an endless sheet that is sometimes clear and on others becomes hazy with clouds. It feels like angels float in the air. And it follows you wherever you go. It is both comforting and awe-inspiring. Every new taste is fascinating. But sweets are the best. And the most amazing is ice cream. There’s never enough ice-cream, ever. Every person you meet is full of love and promise. You don’t judge them like adults do. You look at them, engage them, smile at them to talk to them. Because you are so full of love and life. You bring joy wherever you go. You take tiny steps like you’re conquering the world. And you clap at the small things because you know they take the most space in the heart. You sleep while feeling your mama’s skin. Sometimes I think you’re helping me sleep. Reminding me every time how to make time stand still. And just watch you take tiny breaths. You aren’t afraid of the dark because you still know where your loved ones are. You try to reach for everything because you don’t know any limits. You remember where everything is, because you know what you want. You copy every gesture because you are our unadulterated reflection. You bring into the world a lesson to learn; living once again. You show me what’s it like to be fascinated by the rays of sunlight wavering with the curtains. You follow dust bunnies as if they are mythical creatures of the underworld. You speak your own language because you see the world in your own way. You don’t pay heed to disturbing news because you know it will ruin your mood. You spend hours chasing colours across the living room and that’s what makes watching you so wholesome. Because you bring colour to a black and white world. Your smile lights up the room and the way you sometimes look back at me makes me think that you are the wise one after all. You know everything. You heal me with the way you so innocently cover my eyes. You show me I am fascinating by the way you trace my smile. You teach me to give people chances with the way you view them, without past grudges. You teach me to adjust the way you so easily mould your happiness by the next shiny thing. The way you dance to every melody makes my heart dance with you. And Lord knows how long it’s been since I knew, I had it in me to live another life through another being. Someone who is an extension of me yet, oh so precious. Oh, Curious one, may you discover this life each day with your huge heart and endearing innocence. May it never fade into greys. May that ice-cream never melt. And may you keep showing me its always worth giving it another try.
