Just like that ...

On a lazy Tuesday evening I was sitting and penning down a few thoughts. I was lost in the world of the characters when I heard a loud cry in the hall. The four year old in our house was upset and was crying. Apparently he had been playing with his six year old friend , Suryansh and eight year old friend Ashwath and he had been pushed down by Suryansh.

“Scold him”! he insisted between his sobs. We tried pacifying him. I heard his mother say – It is Ok beta. It happens all the time. Nobody pushes anyone on purpose. ( How true! it is mostly an accident or a thoughtless act of survival ). It was all play. ( Ah ! words of wisdom ! ).

Send him to the naughty corner… ! he insisted. His grandpa comes rushing from the pooja room. Grandpa tries to distract him. But to no avail. He looks at Suryansh, with a mischievous glint in his eyes tells him - Yaar! Usko hug karo! Usko Sorry bolo ! With the childlike glee on his face intact, he looks back at me and says – His ego is hurt ! ( I smile. )

Well the little one is quieter now – not pacified yet. Ashwath comes in now from nowhere. Suryansh hit you ? We will hit him! and he runs behind Suryansh and he pretends to hit him. That seems to stop Vayun's tears a bit.( Tit for Tat ? )

But Suryansh doesnt want to lie to his friend. With a loving look and a beautiful smile he tells Vayun, "No he did not hit me. Ashwath was only pretending". ( Friends ! Memories of all my friends who have stood by me through all my tough times, with whom I have grown in my understanding of life flash through my mind by now. My eyes are starting to fill ).

Vayun, is quiet now. Ashwath comes to him and says – Its ok Vayun. can we forgive Suryansh ? ( Forgive is a big word - I think. I am concerned at the turn of events. But most of times, that is all that is needed. A heartfelt sorry – and a chance to forgive. I admit this reality to myself with a heavy heart.)

Vayun, can we ? He asks again.

Vayun, gives a loving glance at Ashwath. A sheepish one to Suryansh and in one bear hug all the happenings of the evening is forgotten.

I hear loud laughter and childish giggle between the three boys as I settle back on my laptop. My broken thoughts are put back in place and I make an effort to hide the lone tear that is slipping down my cheek.

As I am staring hard at the hazy screen trying to get back to mood, I couldn't stop myself from thinking – Why cant adults do the same ?

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For first timers on my blog, Vayun is my nephew ( my brother's son )