Waiting for the flight, all of sudden my cell phone rings continuously for a few times. My fingers ran through the pocket to grope for the cell phone. I immediately take it out and answer it. The voice at the other end is no one but my sweetest little soul, my daughter, 4 plus. She says hello and asks me what I m doing and when I am coming back. She seems to be a bit tired, a bit sleepy. But she seems to gather energy to talk to me. She energizes as she engages me in the conversation. She seems more matured whenever I speak with her on the phone. She seems to know many things - much more than I ever happen to expect while I am at home or watching over her. I wonder why is it feels so!
I often curse myself for not affording enough time to be with her. I often come late from office and then, once I am at home, I either engage myself in watching TV or in reading, or go to sleep. She usually comes to me and tries to engage me with her books, toys or games. As night falls or as soon as she gets sleepy she would come asking me to tell an interesting, but long story to her. She loves stories. But she wants long, long stories so she could sleep while imaginng herself or thinking about the story.
Her story reminds me of her passion. She loves painting/filling colours in to pictures. Now with the passage of t ime, she is trying her hand on some human drawings. I wonder she rightly captures the main features of body - like eyes, ears, hands, legs, head. One of my colleage suggested she is more imaginative and asked me to feed her imagination. Perhaps the world she is watching is much more colored than what we see it to be. So children see more colors; Adults gradually become color blind, don't they? Just a thought.
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