That’s mesmarising..
My whole house was empty...pin drop silence!! My two year old son was nowhere. The only place left was the attic. I went there...quietly!
"Mumma"....he came to me running...his clothes soaked in chocolate...I gave him a frowning look and before I shout,he started mumbling... "catty...taking chocolate...me fight...i am a good boy mumma?"
"And why is your face full with chocolate." I asked. "Catty open packet...chocolate waste...I eat..chocolate use...I am a good boy mumma?" I looked around...my culprit cat was sleeping quietly and my son was looking at me like the most innocent creature in the world. I couldn't stop laughing hysterically. Children are God's precious miracles!!
Being Young..I really miss it....
It feelis like being interested...being loved...being careless...being selfish...being explorer...being crazy...being beautiful...being studious...being funny...being friends...being enemies then again friends...being lovebirds...being rodies...being homesick...being happy...being sad...being everything...BEING ALIVE.
It All Happened With Tapping My Toes
She was a dancing doll. A beauty with mesmerising expressions, huge eyes and vibrant smile. Her tensile body made me so jealous sometimes..I felt god was unjust towards me.I was being rude with her lately without reason but Annie was always calm. She clammed up every time without even a frown.
Annie was a good friend of mine. One day she insisted me to come to her place. I accompanied her. When I reached her home...I saw her mother giving dance classes to some needy children.
Annie said...you are in a bad mood since last few days...sit here... you will feel good. I sat there and was watching children dancing. By that time...she brought some juice and snacks for me. "Hey...you tap so perfectly...just with the beat." Annie said surprisingly.
I was so engrossed with the dance and music that I did not even notice myself. I was enjoying it so much.
Why don't you come to my place everyday to learn dance. My mother is an awesome dancer. "These children look poor" I said. "Yes they are my driver's and his friends' children. Mom teaches them for free and I teach them at weekends..anyways when are you joining here..you are a great dancer."
I hugged her tightly "sorry for being rude dear." She smiled and gave a tighter hug.
From next day I started my dance class after school. I really enjoyed it. By some time I realised that my body too was flexible. Now I used to dance confidently at weddings and class performances. I was a more happy person now. Dance was a great mood booster for me.
We became close friends. My ninth class friendship still blooms. It all happened with " tapping of toes."