Whispers were in my
ear shot distance,but the the message in the one liner was deafening and
thought provoking.
I was
surprised over the real import of those whispers which sounded like distilled wisdom embedded some where in fast eroding understanding of nature.
I was neither
on a hill top nor in deep woods,But was on my early
morning trip in a sprawling park near my home.
Sun had just
risen and it's first golden rays had started kissing tree tops and filtered rays
were caressing all morning walkers and chirping birds like mother fondling with her
creatures.
After having
fast paced rounds of the park,I had just slipped on a green iron bench to
stretch limbs and relish morning freshness suffused with fragrance of
spring flowers and dew soaked fresh green grass.
From no here a
three old chubby boy dressed in red half shirt and blue shorts appeared and
came very close to his brother --lanky teenager who was also dressed like
him ,and leisurely occupying a corner of the bench
The younger
sibling leaned close to his brother and whispered while I was engrossed looking at
lanky copse of trees and their shining barks .
Sounds of
whispers were melodious to my ears ,and I was not able to decipher that what I
had listened was really correct.
For moments,I
was perplexed at simplicity of words and straight message.
" To me these
trees look very honest', these seven words,sounding in my ears like a business of
ferrets escaping from the cage tearing away morning tranquility, were whispered
by the little boy with sparkle in his eyes.
Much before I
could shoot a query--"why" , the two innocent siblings were racing
on a concrete ramp at a distance.
His
assertion left me dumbfounded as the child' s perception about the honest
nature was uncolored
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