Friday, January 11, 2008

I dont miss the meadows and springs!!!

Going past our busy schedule we tend to miss the beauty of nature,the wonderful meadows,rare flowers,mountains,blue rivers etc.
The lovely scenes rejuvenate the life in us.
Of late I dont miss the quintessence of nature.There are these puerile little kids near my house,I tell u .......they are the best the nature's ever milked.10 of them all below the age of 6.
I love them so much that my mom and I always end up discussing them.I keep giving them chocolates every now and then unable to stop the gush of love towards them.

There is this very small girl(smallest of the lot,hardly 2 yrs old) who gets bullied by her fellow friends.They love intimidating her so much that she ends up crying and leaving the play field everyday.
Her elder sister never alleviates her grief,always bootlicks her other friends with the fear that she might be alienated too.........
A huge stab of deceit...........
Another girl,a little elder to the smallest one..........always has her thoughts focused on browbeating her.
There is this very quiet girl(in her early kindergarten) who never disobeys the orders from her higher peers(I mean the ones a little elder to her),but ends up peeping through my window hoping she'll get a chocolate.A chocolate for that moment makes her life......thats all she aims for.Ohh my God so immature..........
She always opts to go to the market with her mom,wishing she'll get a colored jelly or a chocolate when the others are found busy playing the world's every move.
I presume,in future she'll turn out to be a connoisseur of food. :P
Nothing really exists to stop these kids playing on the streets.......making a mess out of the place,chirping like birds.Hmmmmmm but they are scared of one person who looks like Hagrid(from HP).They feel the tingle of the nerves the instant they see him.All the kiddos clear the place the moment they sniff his presence.Running and fighting the frogs in their throats........What a sight to witness......The kind of phobias we can never be touched with......
I cant stop myself watching them play,taking me back to my childhood days when we played the teacher-student roles,mother-father-daughter roles,police-thief roles etc etc.

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10 Comments:

Blogger Amit Charles said...

Impressive blog. Like the keen observation and perception:)

Keep it rollin;)

January 21, 2008 at 11:47 PM  
Blogger Vikas ( Vicky) said...

A chocolate for that moment makes her life,that all she aims....

so pure and sacred world it seems by looking at kids.
u r reminding me my lil cusion, which cries like anything whenvr i leave home...

January 25, 2008 at 4:38 AM  
Blogger Li said...

wen u were a child.. :-) which type were u in ur group? the little one? or de bulllying one? submissive or leading? who wr u afraid off?

:-) its an interesting piece of writing..

keep it up..

February 11, 2008 at 12:11 AM  
Blogger Roseate dreams said...

hehee.......i was the submissive kind of a child :)

February 12, 2008 at 9:40 PM  
Blogger Li said...

:-) so, now have u changed? or do u feel u're still de same? hey.. ur blog is raising lottsa thoughts..

February 12, 2008 at 10:21 PM  
Blogger Roseate dreams said...

Now ive changed a lot.....a little dominating infact :P
Not in all circumstances though....

February 18, 2008 at 8:27 AM  
Blogger Li. said...

ya.. :-) I can c u're confident.. n ... nobody can dominate always.. :->

"....I presume,in future she'll turn out to be a connoisseur of food. :P .." <--- may be she'll change as she grows up to become a stick figure, hatin food.... wat ya say??

http://myheartmymind.blogspot.com

February 18, 2008 at 11:56 PM  
Blogger Roseate dreams said...

To Li:
Ur a tamilian,nice to know that,so am I :)

February 19, 2008 at 4:07 AM  
Blogger SSS said...

Just reminds me my childhood days

nice one



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February 20, 2008 at 3:49 AM  
Blogger viviancharles said...

very very cute....!!!

September 17, 2008 at 12:27 AM  

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