Yesterday on my way back home, gazing out of the window of the vehicle, I saw three toddlers playing along the roadside. These kids were not the nicely dressed, cute looking ones, whom we would love to keep looking at and sigh on their cuteness. Yet I kept looking at these kids, sighing may be not on their cuteness but on their innocence. Those three were untidily and scantily dressed even in these chilly winters, their hair untidily kept, soaked with mud and seemed as if unwashed for ages. They were busily engaged in some kind of a game with the eldest one, a girl of about four trying to improvise on her hand made toy. She was trying to tie a rope to the toy truck look alike. Another boy, may be around two was looking and trying to learn what his elder sister was doing and the youngest one lesser than one I assume was lost in his own playworld. All this was my observation of just a few passing minutes at the traffic lights stop. Scantily dressed, untidily clad in rags in winter yet an unassuming smile that lid up not only their faces but also the faces of other by lookers who would unbiasedly marvel at their innocence. It was when I remember them I feel ashamed of the in numerous moments I would have cribbed about my looks, my clothes, my loneliness. With all the gifts I have in my life, I feel so unsatisfied, so demanding. If only I and everyone could just seek to learn those little shortcuts to happiness, and find the key to the doorways to a fulfilling life, earth would have become the most beautiful place to spend the beautiful gift called "LIFE"......
