BE A CHILD AT HEART ********

I pour liquor from the bottle into my glass and imbibe a little. I walk up a few steps towards my armchair on which was carved out some idiosyncratic designs of angels with wings and magic wands and glistening crowns on their heads. Whenever i think of angels my mind races back to the days when my grandpa would take me on a walk and create before me a heaven, scintillating and full of angels ,with his stories.

When I think of those stories I feel myself consumed with curiosity and inquisitiveness.I gently touch those angels with my hands and my grandpa's words absorb me and make me feel sad and poignant.I am sobbing and tearful and an intense feeling of forlornness engulfs me because i am unable to see those angels today with that amount of imagination and beauty which i did decades ago when i was a child and i desperately long to be with my grandpa again.I wish i were a kid without a grain of guilt, always happy and playful.

 Am I sad today? Do people not remain same throughout their lives? Do we fail to enjoy the stories which our parents and grandparents told us? Do angels no longer fascinate us? Why does this metamorphosis occur which with it brings misery and anguish?

With age comes maturity and logical way of looking into things but cynicism and selfishness also do not spare us.We start treading on avenues which look bigger and better from a distance, forsaking what is really beautiful and can make the world a peaceful place to live in.We are so anesthetized by materialistic gain that mental gratification through intellectuality and spirituality becomes secondary or almost null.We obscure ourselves with such a strong wall of ego that no amount of light in any form-emotions,advices,guidance,intelligence-can break or destroy or for that matter even perforate a hole in that wall. We learn to be manipulative and calculative while dealing with people's feelings and simultaneously spare no effort when it comes to inflicting pain on them.Man alone are capable of all sins.

Why do we learn all these when our wisdom says that eventually everything mingles with dust and becomes worthless.

CAN'T WE BE A CHILD AT HEART? Innocent and harmless, free from worries and secular pursuits, and who can savor and get immersed in the stories of angels.