This is not
a fairy tale about two little girls who saves a handsome prince (who happens to
be their uncle) from a furious dragon and helps him rescue his princess from an
evil witch. But this is definitely about two beautiful girls who are my own
nieces (elder one 6 years old and younger 4), though they didn't save me from a
dragon or helped me in rescuing any princess, they did remind me of my
childhood and made me walk those steps once again, with them. Boundless bliss,
heedless sorrow and infinite energy, I really missed my childhood and now am
enjoying it all again in a far better yet a girlish way.
Lots of fury
toys, miniature kitchen set, drawing books and colour pencils, the house seems
like a battle field when they are at work, they gust from room to room with the
elder one bossing as the younger keen and obedient with some occasional
exceptions. Joining them and taking part in their games do make me a child
myself, all the complications of being an adult disappears and the one feeling
that remain and crave from inside is that for fun. Being a child is fun, dirt,
bugs, grass, fire, smoke, pebbles, birds, even slimy snails and crawling snakes
seem fun to them, and above all they prefer curiosity over fear.
One of my
nieces favorite game is role playing, acting and talking like adults in their
own cute funny ways and it often amazes me how they imitates every minute
details of the respective adults. Though I couldn’t recall any such incidents
from my childhood, I do join them often, mostly playing the role of their
kinder garden teacher. Their eagerness and desire to become adult individuals
much made me ask to myself “Why do they want that (as most adults will give
anything to become an innocent child once again)?” It may be because they think
it will be even more fun that they can sing, dance, roam around and play,
always wear beautiful dresses and shiny shoes and will have long braided hair
to admire like that in the Barbie movies they see. They stand in front of the
dressing mirror, dabbing and combing their tiny jet black hair with admiration
as well as longing in those cute eyes for them to become long and beautiful.
With day by
day widening forehead as the mark of my adulthood, I could only hope
for my nieces to have all they want when they grow up and wish that their life
be filled with fun and excitement as it is now, but every now and then reality
popes up and remind me that only children love to live in fairytales, not
adults when they become. Childhood is like a fairytale, ‘And They Lived Happily
Ever After’ is always followed by ‘The End’
“Love you
both, my little angels”
