Mirror 1:
Returning from school,went to collect the new set of books for my cousin. Both of my hands are full of new books in huge envelopes of brown paper. Getting the fascinating smell of new books,clutched them affectionately sitting in my car. Feeling a bit exhausted as I had to carry those heavy packages. Closed my eyes for a while. I could see a little girl with my closed eyes,who had to collect all old,torn, used books from her seniors for her new classes every year......she could not afford buying new ones. How envious she could feel when she used to see all those fresh, glossy, new books of her friends in the beginning of the session! She had a hearty desire to touch those books once, but didn't dare to ask her classmates,may be they could laugh at her for such a peculiar wish! I opened my eyes, took a deep breath, and fingered through my cousin's books affectionately. Now nobody is going to stop me from touching those.
Mirror 2:
Stopped near a gas station. Was feeling so thirsty, so took out the water bottle and had a few sip. Saw a boy sitting near a xerox shop, and drawing something on a white paper. The paper seemes to be something that comes as the cover of A4 sheets. The boy was drawing something on it with a very small,used-up pencil, and as he finished it, he started colouring it. Saw those ordinary crayons, broken and used-up too. Those seemed to be very old and thrown away by other kids. But the picture was remarkbale. It was full of vibrant colours,the picture seemed full of life actually. The inner spirit of that small boy was reflecting through the picture. He turned something into gold which was neglected by the others. Felt proud and sad at the same time for that kid, he is a genius indeed, but nobody realized.
Mirror 3:
Standing on our terrace in the evening of Viswakarma puja. The sky is full of numerous kites,kids are having a great time playing with those kites. I can hear the cheers and shouts from the groups of people who are able to snatch away other groups' kites,and feeling relaxed by the cool breeze. At the other corner of the terrace, the 8-trs old kid of our maid is also playing. He has tied both the handles of a plastic cover with some threads, and holding that thread he is just running all around the terrace making some noise of an aeroplane. I was feeling amused seeing his effort, how happy he is with this simple thing. Suddenly a kite just dropped near me, somebody was able to cut its thread. I lifted it and caled the kid, "Shambhu, come, take this kite: play with it now." The kid came running at once, took it gladly, observed its condition, then declared, "Aunty, I will fly this tomorrow". Why not today? The kid's answer was," I have made my aeroplane today, I will play with it. Today I am a pilot, pilots never fly anything but aeroplanes. Tomorrow when I am not pilot, I will fly the kite". Shall I laugh? A born philosopher, and so much dedicated to his present work indeed!
