First, let me apologize for my long silence. Yes, my month of training for the exams is over. And the dreaded exam is tomorrow. And after that, my holidays unofficially begin. Note the word unofficially, because after that, there is one more exam a fortnight later, which I have no chance of passing. Which calls for celebration, ofcourse. Don't worry, what I'm saying is less morbid than it sounds. In a country like mine, being a typical citizen(meaning you most probably end up learning something that you don't like, and which is unconnected to the job you'll end up in), you get used to stuff like this.
Secondly, (one of my friends pinpointed that this habit of mine to organize my sentences this way is annoying. Especially because I'm a debater, and it sounds weirdly like I'm debating even in normal conversation. And also, this is unhelpful during debating, when I don't have any points to talk about, and my speech fizzles out after 'secondly'). Where was I? Oh, yeah, secondly..
Secondly, I am thoroughly excited about my new followers. Thanks!!! It's encouraging to know there's someone out there interested in what I say, taking time to read what I think of everything under the sun.
Finally, I get around to what I wanted to post about. If you have been reading my posts for a long time, you'll know that I have already blogged about some incidents in my life, where little kids do something small nevertheless unforgettable, consequently making my day sunnier. You might think there seem to be one too many incidents like this for all of them to true. I agree. Because the same thought struck me one day. And I realized, that if I hadn't blogged about them, they would have faded from my memory. But in jotting them down, and thinking about them every now and then, I can see that these things happen to everybody, everyday. Some notice it, and some don't. And there lies the window to the sunshine in your world.
This incident happened long ago...
One evening, I was walking home from the bus-stop, and I picked a different route so I could walk under the trees. I was walking past a house, when I heard someone call from a terrace. I looked up, and there were two tiny(yes, tiny) girls practically hanging over the wall of the terrace, trying to catch my attention. They waved at me, and I waved back. Then one of them yelled down to me, "What's your name?" I answered. Then the other girl said, "Why are you looking so sad?" And I was stunned. Yeah, you know how it is. When we're walking alone, we all tend to have a blank face to the world. More often than not, you look like you're frowning. Have you noticed it, ever? That must have been what happened that day, and there was just one tiny girl who bothered to ask me why I looked unhappy.
No, it didn't make my day. No, I don't know who that girl was. And no, I never walked by that way again. But the rest of the way, I wasn't frowning. It was one of those unplanned moments of kindness by a little girl bored enough to watch the road one sunny afternoon. She may forget me. I may not know her. But I shall not forget her comradely smile, and her waving me to go on.
Walking in the shade,
-☼Sunny☼
Secondly, (one of my friends pinpointed that this habit of mine to organize my sentences this way is annoying. Especially because I'm a debater, and it sounds weirdly like I'm debating even in normal conversation. And also, this is unhelpful during debating, when I don't have any points to talk about, and my speech fizzles out after 'secondly'). Where was I? Oh, yeah, secondly..
Secondly, I am thoroughly excited about my new followers. Thanks!!! It's encouraging to know there's someone out there interested in what I say, taking time to read what I think of everything under the sun.
Finally, I get around to what I wanted to post about. If you have been reading my posts for a long time, you'll know that I have already blogged about some incidents in my life, where little kids do something small nevertheless unforgettable, consequently making my day sunnier. You might think there seem to be one too many incidents like this for all of them to true. I agree. Because the same thought struck me one day. And I realized, that if I hadn't blogged about them, they would have faded from my memory. But in jotting them down, and thinking about them every now and then, I can see that these things happen to everybody, everyday. Some notice it, and some don't. And there lies the window to the sunshine in your world.
This incident happened long ago...
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One evening, I was walking home from the bus-stop, and I picked a different route so I could walk under the trees. I was walking past a house, when I heard someone call from a terrace. I looked up, and there were two tiny(yes, tiny) girls practically hanging over the wall of the terrace, trying to catch my attention. They waved at me, and I waved back. Then one of them yelled down to me, "What's your name?" I answered. Then the other girl said, "Why are you looking so sad?" And I was stunned. Yeah, you know how it is. When we're walking alone, we all tend to have a blank face to the world. More often than not, you look like you're frowning. Have you noticed it, ever? That must have been what happened that day, and there was just one tiny girl who bothered to ask me why I looked unhappy.
No, it didn't make my day. No, I don't know who that girl was. And no, I never walked by that way again. But the rest of the way, I wasn't frowning. It was one of those unplanned moments of kindness by a little girl bored enough to watch the road one sunny afternoon. She may forget me. I may not know her. But I shall not forget her comradely smile, and her waving me to go on.
Walking in the shade,
-☼Sunny☼
This is super sweet. I have noticed that about walking with a blank face. Ive been walking along and not even noticing it untill someone I know says hi and I smile and realize how much movement it takes for me to get a smile onto my face. Quite interesting. Im not sad Im just... thinking. You know?
ReplyDeleteI have a story about this little girl I wanted to share with you if you dont mind. So I was at my sisters soccer game and this little girl came up to me holding a key ring with a bunch of keys on it. She came right up to me, not even knowing who I was and started going on and on about the keys in her hand. Not wanting to be rude and genuinly curious about what she had to say about the keys I listened. She told me how these were her daddies keys and that they could unlock different things. I was smiling the whole time thinking about how much more there are to keys that younger eyes can see. Eventually she sat down and noticed my bird necklace I was wearing. She began pondering over that and soon we started playing a game with the keys. It was a pointless game of throwing the keys back and forth to each-other and attempting to catch them. We even tried catching them with our legs at one point. This game would normally have gotten super boring really fast for me but seeing how happy it made the young girl, and listening to her laugh each time she or I caught it, I just kept on playing the game. By the time I had to go I had become her new 'friend' and once she even called me her 'sister'. I was smiling the rest of the day.
Love your blog!!! I would really love it if you check out mine too :) Keep posting these little children stories, I love them :)
Thanks again for such an interesting comment. I figured out the bloop in the reply button. Actually, I didn't. It still doesn't work, but I used Mozilla Firefox to blog instead.
DeleteI've got some more ideas for little-kids posts but don't want to sicken everybody, including myself, so giving it a little rest. :)