Little Me & Me

Those conversations with my elders often bring a smile on my face, those days of innocence hit me like a bliss, those incomplete lisp words mean to me more than the present completed ones. Looking at an old album, embodied with the photographs of your childhood keep on enlightening. A swashbuckler that clarifies what you were and what you have become!
Being hypothetical, I even wonder, what if I ever get a chance to meet the 'little me'? A time shared by me with the little me together, where I can stand as well as see myself crawling.  Amid the totally different atmosphere, I will be able to judge myself.
That ‘little me’ with no maturity, no aim and no suspense; but with complete piousness, complete honesty and complete adornment. What would I say to the little me? Would I handover the list of life’s rules to be followed or gladly announce that ‘rules are meant to be broken’? Would I stop her from crying for small things or allow her to fully cry now, in order to be stronger then? Wholly unconscious of this situation and my condition, though I wish it to be true! 
I believe this world is an unsolved mystery consisting of diplomatic and vague elements. Amazingly, absurdness begins with the birth itself. Indeed, the start of life is strangely unhealthy. Why a child after birth starts in addition with a cry rather than a laugh! Why there are tears of pain in eyes rather than the tears of joy! Why the face gets red because of being daunted rather than becoming blushed! In those pockets of happiness, it seems that some cause is well hidden. 
As I am growing older, I am getting engrossed in many experiences of different types. I entirely cannot state good or bad but definitely, things are becoming questionable day by day. My sentences frequently have interrogations like what, why, where, when, how; though answers are seemingly unsatisfactory. Years back, in my school text book, I have read: "Hell is empty and all the devils are here." And taking it as another hellish philosophy, I didn't ponder more on it. That time, it was simply copied in the mind and pasted on the answer sheet. And today, notwithstanding how many questions I put up; it is someway completely applicable and acceptable…!!

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