Kids: They dance before they learn there is anything that isn't music

I am sharing something that happened to me once.

A story of how a little girl totally made my day....

Back in school, we used to travel by the school bus.
I used to carry this little girl on my lap. She was in the third standard and me, in ninth.
She used to tell me stuff- what her teacher thought of people biting their nails, what the naughty little boy in her class did, how her mum did not like the little puppy that she fed, what she had packed in her tiffin box that day.. Basically, everything.

I used to listen. I loved being the 'elder sister'.

Every time I met her at school, I used to go over and talk.. When you are a little kid and a senior comes and talks to you, in front of your friends, it makes you feel important. I could see the little glint in her eyes.
But I did it because I was grateful to her. For telling me everything. I was glad that I could be the one, who got to listen to her cute little rants. She used to show me to her mum, from outside the bus almost every single day and wave as the bus went away.



One day, she got into the bus. I helped her out with her bag, her water bottle. She sat down and shook her tiny little butt and got comfortable on my lap. She was holding something. When I asked her if she would show me her little secret, she slowly opened her closed hands, and there was a flower in there. She extended her hands and told me that she had picked it up for me, on her way to the bus stop. It was the first flower I had gotten in my life. It was given to me with so much love and thought and care. I was touched.
I still have that pressed flower in my diary.

I thank God for little children. Their innocence and sweetness.

This post is for all the children in the world, specially, to my dear little sweety pie . For that cute little gesture which I will never forget. The one for which I will be ever grateful.