The tiny eyes blink, barely open. They flutter trying to take in as much light as they can.
The nose, it tries to inhale as much air as it can, perhaps trying to sense the environment present around.
Mind blank.
Heart uncertain of its own feelings. Maybe the world around seemed a little noisy, different from what it was inside, so a wail of cry is let out. But soon it subsides when a warming wrap and soothing arms are felt around and a gentle smile is seen. Everything thing seems calm, peaceful and serene. The outside world seems a bit strange yet promising and with those caring arms, it seems safe too.
A baby is born. The world rejoices, the baby cries. What an irony of life.
Yes, the gift of the Almighty as children are known to be.. They have the purest heart, not knowing, not understanding the complexities of the real world, they have their own world of pleasure, their own world of pain. Those pure minds only care about the games that play. Who wins or who loses.
William Wordsworth said, "If you want to learn, learn from a child."
They know no evils, no lies, no treachery. That laughter, those tears and every emotion expressed reflects the heart of the child. No make ups, no brush ups, no masks hide them.
Childhood is no doubt the best phase of life. We learn so many things. You are under the best guidance of your parents, the warmth of mother's arms and the protection of your father. It is a phase where all your dreams are your own. You are the owner of your world, nobody to invade, nobody to destroy.
But as seasons change, so do the phases of life. We never realize when we grew up. When we left that dream house, when we kept our barbies and dolls inside our cupboards only to face the hidden secrets of life. Soon life starts getting complex. This road has potholes, turning points, somewhere narrow, somewhere wide. There starts an unknown Race. Race to win, race to overpower, race to destroy.
But this road has no returning. You have to go on, experiencing more and more things. There's only one thing that can stop you -DEATH.
We grow up, we groom ourselves, we move forward, prepare ourselves for the best and the worst, but if once we look back to see what we had with us, we see a beautiful, innocent childhood which no doubt remains the favourite season of life throughout and forever.
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