She sat with an opened nail polish bottle in the middle of the bed with the polish all over her and the bed. The mess was bad and would take an hour or so to clean up, but the package that sat in the middle of that mess was cuter and more adorable.

I looked at the beautiful exotic 3 year old who gave me a cute wide grin, with a “how-is-my-beautiful-art-work” look, and her innocence melted me.

The only words that came to my heart dripping with love were… its OK, you are just a child…

I remember when I saw the world as a child, may have been slightly older than her though. Around 4 or 5, I guess… Oh ! The energy I had…

I used to look at all these giants walking around me. Nothing in this world seemed my size, and every time I had to struggle to climb a chair, to kneel on it, so that I could reach over the humongous table to grab a cookie. The one good thing during then, was the space I had, to run around.

All the humans seemed so serious most of the time, but when they looked at me they would smile. They seemed so lost in whatever they did.

None of what they spoke ever interested me. I used to play in my own world, running just for the fun of it, speaking animatedly to the various figments of my imagination. I was so happy the way I was. I never used to think twice before making friends, and the friends I made then, didn’t belong to a caste, creed, country, skin color or religion. They loved me the way I loved them… with a  full heart.

I loved to be taken on travel, where I would get to see sights, meet more humans, and see how things moved around. Life seemed so rosy, everyday was so different. I used to meet people with more curiosity and love. When I outstretched my hands, there was always somebody to pick me up.

I used to feel like I was on top of the world watching all these humans when somebody had me lifted in their arms.

I loved being my very being, and I loved to play around…

At times, wonder did strike, when they said… you are still a child…

Now as I look at that beautiful mess in the middle of the bed… the giant in me wonders… where the child in me went…

At last I realize, and I know what they meant…

As I blink into the present and see the future giant, sitting as a 3 feet toddler now… all that comes to my mind is… you are still a child… and hope you remain as one…