Oh, how i used to miss those nappy days, when all i used to do was trying to run around in my three room apartment situated in the congested locality of Thane...My wobbly feet danced with the little support that the rambling pillar provided with its generous bounty of mercy...How i wished i would grow as tall as my 6'' feet uncle, the only exception in my family of "Little Dwarfs"....Those days often accompanied by incessant pleas for those special "Foriegn" chocolates and icecreams(my taste buds still long for that rich, creamy flavour, not that Indian ones are any bad) often left me throwing tantrums, only to receive gentle pats, with a complimentary lullaby.......It was like "Buy two Get one free offer"...So, its origin , i guess is very ancient, dates back to atleast 20 years, if not any less than that.

But Growth is an inherent part of life, something that cannot be dispensed with.. Sometimes reality strikes u like a thunderstorm and u have to painfully accept the echt fact that u are no longer small..


.As i Child, i used to crave to become big, or rathergrow big...so, that i could be out on my own.....I had involuntarily changed in to the mindset of a Traveller with huge rucksacks on his shoulder, unsure of his dusty way ahead, but nevertheless determinded to succesfully complete his unknowing journey.....

Being Born is the biggest Gift that u can ever ask for, Growing up the greatest boon...After all everyone needs to grow up, life has its own courses and circles.....Perhaps, now i know it all the more when i seen people around me thouroughly relying on me..Every action or Reaction that i knowingly or unknowingly take can make or mar relationships with people....


The other day, i was sitting in the train, just opposite to a Female with a small baby in her arms, a sweet, angelic little girl , whose wide eyes opened like a large book. Her delicate, snowwhite fingers clutched the Duppata of her mother, who was busy mixing thevarious nutritive ingredients of the Baby food...All of a sudden , apparently, for no reason, she started wailing and desperately breaking herself free, from the strong arms that it once affectionately held.. My human brains rushed like a Rajdhani, trying to find an answer to the child's, illogical behavoiur.All i could say, that the 1o minutes which my feeble mind spent analysing the child's behavoiur was completely futile.......

Nature has its own inexplainable ways of doing things..No wonder, God Gave the priceless treasure of multiplying the human race to the women folk. Nobody can understand a child as a woman does, there is a subtle, but impregnable connection which links them to each other in to some kind of covalent bond....The Lady, an unruffled look in her eyes, held the child gently to her chest and kissed her forehead.....She held her so closely that the warmth put the child's crying eyes to sleep..Luckily, the commuters were saved from the blaring cries that ripped apart their ears, the tiny , sharp shrieks more potent than an explosive......

And that's when i realised the beauty of growing up.......Of understanding without being told , of learning without being taught, and most importantly of doing things without expecting anything in return.............