I loved train rides as a child. The views, the open skies, the wind in my hair and the differences in terrain, people, customs, dialects and food would amaze me. To an eight year old, who's world was confined to roughly a ten square kilometre area in the city, train rides were portals to another world.
At nights i would sit up near the window and observe the black night and it's inhabitants.Electric wires running parallel to our train would run a marathon with us, going up and down, forming a crest at a transformer or a pole, and then descending into a gentle trough, then up again.... You could see blackened silhouettes of trees, poles and buildings passing by and the train lights reflecting on the ground whooshing past us. The moon was a co-passenger, tied to one of the bogeys with a really, really long piece of thread. The only thing constant were the stars and the soothing rhythm of the train chugging on slick rails. Rattle, rattle, rattle, rattle.
These sights, repetitive they might be, were an experience for young minds who look at the world with different eyes. Adult eyes don't see such things. Adult eyes only see things as they are.
Some years later, I became an adult and in the process of gaining the knowledge and capacities of a full grown mind, I lost my imagination and I had no way of finding it, till my daughter was born.
In her vivid imagination, there's little difference between the real and the imaginary. Bananas are telephones. Her toys have lives, preferences and names just like real people because her toys are real. Her cup of milk has chocolate islands. And Humpty Dumpty is someone to be scared of.
Everyday is a new discovery along with Anika. Everyday I look at things anew. It's like I'm living my life with Anika-colored-glasses so that everything looks new, possible, sparkly and good.
On your birthday, my darling little girl, I hope and pray that you never lose this capacity to imagine and believe. That you never fall prey to the obstinacy of a limited mind. That you always look and find wonder and ceaseless possibilities in the most mundane of things.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY GIRL! ππππ€
New short story on the blog, folks!
Immorality is not confined to a person or a place. Be it a temple a church, a mosque or any other place of worship, heinous and lesser crimes will be committed as long as man breathes.
This story is a satire on ritualism in religion and the obstinacy of human wickedness.
Please head to the blog to read, like, share ann comment.
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Yes, reading helps. I teach Spoken English too
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Then you know just what a pleasure it is to read and to be left alone to read π
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Yes i do
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ya.. reading is the best way to improve language..and should not be reluctant to speak
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Absolutely right!
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Very True. Reading is the Best way to Improve your Knowledge and Language.
I realised this just few months ago, when I was restless with despair. I found that by reading novels, I got into their worlds and liked the characters and pined to know the next chapter.
Reading is Oxygen to the Heart.
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Absolutely right!
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Yes, reading helps a lot! English is my second language and have to say that if it wasn’t for books, tv shows, and movies in English, I don’t think I would’ve been able to learn English as a second language.
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Same’s the case with me. I don’t think I must have learnt as much at school as I did from other books. Thanks for liking the post π
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No problem! π
Yeah, I feel that in school I was able to practice and improve whatever knowledge I was able to acquire through other mediums.
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Great advice…
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Thank you π
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This drawing looks colourful..btw wondering why you painted mountains with blue and pink.you’re really good at drawingπ
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Thanks Jen. Art isn’t about sticking to the obvious. Art should be free. So go ahead and paint faves green, the sky red or the rivers violet. As long as the art resonates with you, the colors you use will never matter. It’s all expressionism π
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Yay! You’re absolutely right..every painting is unique
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You’re welcome darling π
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