A child laid watching amaze struck at the night sky wondering from where so many stars have come from…
A summer night nay it was but not as merciless as the summer
now…
Allowing bystanders, dreamers and children to lose themselves
in the reverie…
A reverie which was scented with the sweetly fragrant smell
of the night jasmine floating from the neighbour’s house…
The sweet scent was equally tempered with the delicious scent
of dinner being cooked by mother in the kitchen down below…
In an era uninterrupted with the onslaught of satellite
television, the friendly radio hummed mellifluous melody from Air India and Vividh Bharati as the family lay on the
terrace enjoying the evening…
The child is happy and gay with the knowledge that this
little heaven of his is going to last forever and ever as his summer vacation has
just begun…
Ignorant is he of the complexity of life, its drudgery which
is equally tempered with envy, jealousy and hatred which lay ahead of him…
Alas…the joy of innocence and the bliss of ignorance…
If life could go on and on in such a state, would it not be
a heavenly affair…
As the child grew up and was blessed to see his second
childhood, he saw the child in him come alive as the little one ran around and
created joyful sound…
In celebration of another different summer…
