Innocence
Recently I had been to my sister’s place to attend a
function. Quite a few families were present in full and we had a good time
catching up on our lives. Among the
juniors were four of my grand-nieces and a little grand-nephew who had just
turned a year recently. Being the
youngest, he was the centre of attraction even for the elders, but the girls
took him away like a prized toy and were thoroughly engaged with him in a
separate corner of the house.
I was given the responsibility of stealing a few candid
shots, and so I was quietly standing in a corner and watching them, not even
showing my presence to them.
As I was watching, I could see that the elder two girls had
taken complete control of the baby boy’s ownership, not allowing the younger
ones to even get near to him. The third
one somehow cajoled and managed to get into the team. The youngest of the lot, just about 5 years
old, was left out, branded being not ‘old enough’ to handle the child!
She was naturally disappointed and was in tears. Looking around, she caught me standing at a
distance. On seeing me, she quickly
controlled her tears, broke away from that group and came to me, inviting me to
play with her! I was amazed at her composure,
confidence and self-awareness (not pride, mind it) at that young age, and
readily agreed.
I told her that it is quite long since I played at all, and
very long since I played with children. So,
she would have to tell me what we were going to play, and the rules of the
game. “OK” she said, “I will teach you.
Let us play hide and seek, because it is very easy. All you have to do is face the wall and begin
counting until I find a place to hide, and then you have to come and find me! It is that easy.”
“All right,” I agreed, and asked her “how much should I count?” She thought for a moment, and said, “up to 39?” I don’t know why she arrived at such an odd number I could not control my smile. I turned to face the wall and asked her to hide. I counted loudly enough for her to hear that I was not cheating her, and on counting up to, yes, 39, I asked her, “can I start looking for you?”
Pat came the reply from behind the shelf-door, “yes, you can!”