Questions of my Child

Often time I wondered have I met the child who confronts me with her endless list of questions…

Questions about the mundane happenings around or the unexpected dog who turns up outside or of the play of light and shadow…

As she runs around talking to herself carrying about her busy schedule, I am transported back in to the time where each day was a day of constant amazement at the world around and where innocence lived…

She tugs at my arm and suddenly I am shaken out of the slumber of my daydream

With a smile on her face she is again ready with her list of questions on things that she wants an answer to…

And answer she will have coz I see the confidence in which she carries out the myriad small activities of everyday…

I am sure she will have all that she has aspired for as she has been raised to face squarely the things she fears, fight her inner demon and learn to be her person in this world…

As I tell her to face her fear with a straight face till such time where her fear no longer continues to frighten her, it is kind of an inner purging for myself too as I cleanse my inner self too

As I reaffirm my faith in the fact that nurture is what should make a man and that nature should not be constraining factor in holding you back from making you what you truly want, 

The small child again stands before me with her endless list of questions…