Childhood is the best peep-hole through the doors of your mind into the wide wild world out there.
Any interaction with children is always a valuable experience.
Last evening, I was heading home after a long sunny day and I decided to take the bus. I knew it would take about an hour and a half and besides my phone battery having drained to a mere 30%, I stuck to my decision of taking the bus.
The bus begun it’s journey, as I took a window seat with the last few rays of sunlight for the day kissed my face, making me aware of my face’s presence. Funny how we do not feel the most integral part of our identity most of the time. A couple of stops in, a mother with two little kids, an infant and a little girl(not more than 4 years old) entered the bus. The mother instructed the girl to sit on the seat beside mine, as she occupied the seat on the other side of the isle with the infant. The girl promptly came to the seat beside mine and began climbing it like it were a 100 feet tall wall. She was that tiny. With her two cute pony tails in pink and while rubber bands, blue t-shirt that read ‘Pinksy’ (whatever that meant) in pink font, blue tights and pink shoes, she looked super adorable. I picked her up and placed her on the seat, asking her to hold on to the arm rest. Her mum instructed her to sit erect and look at the vehicles, buildings we passed by. Within a couple of minutes, she found fun-time in playing with the bangles I was wearing. She asked her mother why I was wearing that many of them and when I told her that I liked bangles, she chuckled as she continued to play with them.
The bangles amused her for about ten minutes and then she began running to her mother every few minutes. Each time she would come back, she would have to be picked up to be able to sit again. I didn’t mind picking her up, but the bus driver was braking frequently and so I asked her to stay seated. Like she would listen anyway. Her mother kept instructing her to sit down quietly, the tone of the instructions getting more stern with each passing one. I tried playing some silly games like ‘I ate your nose’ to keep her seated, but none of it could grab her attention for more than a few minutes.
Then, the ‘ I am thirsty every five minutes but won’t keep the water bottle with me’ began. She kept going to drink a sip of water from her red and green water bottle to return to simply return to do the same. Suddenly, the driver applies the brakes, hard! She was just returning from her water trip and she falls flat on her face. Everyone in the bus panics and her mother immediately picks her up to check on her. She starts crying loudly, while fellow passengers and the conductor yell at the mother for not having held her properly.
We notice that she has a cut on her forehead with drops of blood dripping every few seconds. Her mum puts her back on the seat beside mine and luckily (believe me when I say that), I find a band aid in my bag. We plaster her wound as she continues to cry her eyes out.
For the rest of the journey, she sat put, holding on to the arm rest. She muttered an unclear ‘bye’ while un-boarding the bus, with teary eyes and a sulky face.
Why do we, almost always, end up learning things that we should have already known, only after committing mistakes?
It has nothing to do with taking risks or chances or playing safe. It’s just that, the best lessons we learn are often from our worst mistakes. Strange how things work.
Till Next Time,
Keep it simple.