Neha was never in a hurry. She had time for everything. It’s not that she managed time by time-tabling. She just let herself be with the time. So, neither was she running after time, now was time running after her. They were walking together holding hands and breathing in. Time helped her see things, hear sounds, smell roses, feel thorns, and taste everything that came her way. That is how she got to know things. Time introduced her to all of them.
Neha painted when she felt like it, played with dough, jot down stuff, cut paper, ran around the house, helped her ma, prayed with her grandparents, nearly always said forgot the words but she followed the tunes. She like to make castles in the mud for which she had to stealthily get water from her house. She never missed school, and always did her homework because she didn’t mind it.
She lived by the minute, never planning and accepting with open arms what life offered to her. She was curious but adults saw her curiosity as mischief. Not her fault but she was reprimanded for it. She felt hurt and anger too. The best thing was she forgot all about it as soon as it was over. She moved on easily with open arms and a smile on her face. Not a single blemish inside her. So, everyday was a new day for her.
Exploring Possibilities 