World more vivid and varied than those of us grown up is that of children. A man can know more but a child cares for all little that he owns. The intensity, inquisitiveness, yearning with which children look at life…
When we were child, we could dream of anything beyond our reach, wonder whys and hows, be happy on our own, trophied our toys, played with pets, mud… couldn’t count penny nor keep a tab on time yet all the while joyful
Even though growing up and keeping pace with the way the bigger world is going around are inevitable, there always inhibits a child who knows so little, cares either a lot or doesn’t at all, happy, who wants to be talked to, loved, nurtured waiting for us either around the corner/ center hall of one’s home and heart.
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