Phases..of growth!

Looking back is quite cherishing. Like the "Nightingale" sings as the dusk falls and slightly does the darkness comprehend and covers the entire expanse or the visual of the sky. Now, what so over has the past been. It has brought a lot of memories. Those emotions, that I lived; do bring upon the closeness that I share with those times. The times that were broken and at the same time cultivated.

Long back my dad, gave me a one liner to mark my thoughts. It was; "Childhood is like a little stem, you can give it a shape with much ease. Whilst it grows into a branch, then it's not easy to change its shape or direction". In the wake of these one liners, I led my thoughts across. These have untimely, casted a lot of influence on the kind of person, that has become of me.

In a workshop recently, my teacher gave all of the students; a task to do. She made us close our eyes and lie of the floor. Where our body was dull, devoid of any further actions. This exercise came after a lot of physical training. So, we did as directed and few of us were drawn to sleep. While others, including me, kept balanced in wakefulness. What she whispered was very exhausting, both our minds and spirits. Our heart stopped to respond for a moment. The teacher in the beginning, gave us a lot of joy by telling us to hold a baby in our hands. The baby who had been few days old. We made the tiny tot; drink milk from a bottle and we played with the little charmer. Suddenly, after all that bond that we had created in our imaginations we heard what we couldn't digest. We were told to burn a matchstick, and take petrol. Then put the child to fire. Those who kept unmoved, now started moving their limbs in sheer exhaustion on what had been uttered from the person whom we followed so religiously. Our teacher! She screamed at the top of her voice to put the child into fire. We had to do. We were led to move out of the lying position and we started crying and those tears were the honest feelings augmented from the tender heart. The cries were led furiously to a new height, and the room went into the gloom. Soon, we were told that, the child whom we burnt, dies every time we think bad of others. The child gets burnt, the times we responded with anger and wrath to our parents, and thought bad of others. When we cheated.....etc. The child was us, ourselves. The child in us was dying that very moment.

Doing a mistake is what can't be corrected. But if knowing that doing a thing is wrong, then why do we do it? Why do we kill that innocence that appeared in our silent walks when we were children. Our faces were honest, we weren't looking for materialistic things for happiness.

Let's make the child in us happier now, and change our perceptions about truthful living.