This morning, when I was travelling for work, I saw a 3-year-old girl, in a jeep running next to our vehicle. She was waving at me.
And let me tell you, I have a nature and a face that doesn't draw kids. But today, she was there, waving hands at me.
I could not take my eyes off her, just like how I keep staring those elegant powerful ladies at Goa and Shringeri. Like how I forget praying, and keep staring.
Her face, was brighter than those with her. I wonder how.
Her smile, you know wasn't childish. I wonder how.
Her flying kiss, you know I cannot tell what it made me feel. It made me feel relieved, hopeful, loved, cared and all the good things at the same time.
Her flying kiss reminded me to look through the dust. And I did. I smiled.
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