01.12.2010 - Day 4 - India Trip 2010, On way to Bengaluru International Airport, Bangalore
Visiting relatives and friends is something all of us look forward to (well, almost all of us). Being a part of someones's lives for a few days, fitting your piece in their jigsaw of life, it all adds to the aura of a family visit.
What's added to that aura and made my trip to Bangalore even more memory-etching has been the effervescence of an 8-year old and a 4-year old, who I feel proud to mention, happen to dote on me. At times, their love is truly humbling. I personally love all kids; believing that their innocence is unmatched by any. Words said by them are the purest and most heartfelt. And without any malice or manipulation, they still manage to capture. Capture the imaginations of so many around them.
Seeing my cousins live their life, I was reminded of times I had spent in my childhood. While my uncle wakes my cousin brother up with songs played on the CD player, Papa used to awaken me with the lure of a cricket game on the terrace. The bustle of the morning when the washroom and dressing table become the most prized place in the house; the rush to finish off the remaining few chocos in the bowl; and the run to the bus with a sandwich in hand. The simple things that seem a bother at that age, including the sharing of that personal pizza with your sibling, are now lost in the maze of childhood, only to be replaced by worries bigger.
Now, as I sit reflecting in the bus, making my way to the Bengaluru International Airport to catch my flight to the northern part of India, a defining moment from the past few wonderful days in this equally lovable city, remains with me. Nothing before or since has seemed even remotely as touching as this gesture.
My 4-year old cousin brother came up to me, signaling he wanted to share a secret, and whispered softly in my ears, "Toshi Bhaiya, you know something. You are the best."
What's added to that aura and made my trip to Bangalore even more memory-etching has been the effervescence of an 8-year old and a 4-year old, who I feel proud to mention, happen to dote on me. At times, their love is truly humbling. I personally love all kids; believing that their innocence is unmatched by any. Words said by them are the purest and most heartfelt. And without any malice or manipulation, they still manage to capture. Capture the imaginations of so many around them.
Seeing my cousins live their life, I was reminded of times I had spent in my childhood. While my uncle wakes my cousin brother up with songs played on the CD player, Papa used to awaken me with the lure of a cricket game on the terrace. The bustle of the morning when the washroom and dressing table become the most prized place in the house; the rush to finish off the remaining few chocos in the bowl; and the run to the bus with a sandwich in hand. The simple things that seem a bother at that age, including the sharing of that personal pizza with your sibling, are now lost in the maze of childhood, only to be replaced by worries bigger.
Now, as I sit reflecting in the bus, making my way to the Bengaluru International Airport to catch my flight to the northern part of India, a defining moment from the past few wonderful days in this equally lovable city, remains with me. Nothing before or since has seemed even remotely as touching as this gesture.
My 4-year old cousin brother came up to me, signaling he wanted to share a secret, and whispered softly in my ears, "Toshi Bhaiya, you know something. You are the best."
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