Temptation is quite a hard thing to resist .
It was right there in front of my eyes , settled beautifully under a tree . In the only place , that could offer a cold breeze among the others where sun reigns and takes fun in making us sweat and run towards shade , it stays , adding an eerie feel to the spot .
I wanted to go and touch it , may be play with it , but was worried about what people might think or say . It is certainly not the thing a grown-up like me would do . So with all my might , I tried to push the thought to the back of my head . It was hard , to try not to do something that you desperately wanted to do and that too , everyday - Blimey !!! Its hard .
But today , I couldn't . I decided that I shall do it today , strolled towards it slowing looking around making note of what all is happening around me , and if there would be any potential stalkers or if anyone would actually be interested in what I'm gonna do .
The spot is at the left corner of a west-facing apartment , and among trees ,beautifully located and hidden from the tantrums of the sun . A very busy road in front of the apartment . Its quite a very narrow road and hence the traffic , frequented by school buses and busy office goers .
To its left is yet another busy one , but this one is wide and connects the narrow one . The spot , though not openly visible , is still prone to a few eyes .
It was time , no more thinking . I finally decided to go near it . Placed my left leg on it and my hands holding the top . I pushed myself with my right foot and round and round I went . It was seriously good , flooding my thoughts with old childhood memories . It felt very warm . It was a spin-wheel gate , fixed as a side entrance for pedestrians and may be for kids to play with . I did when I was a kid .
Now I opened my eyes , but still didn't let go of it and was still spinning . Round I went , and I saw an auto-driver , curiously staring at me . I held his gaze for a moment but then averted it . Round again , in this end , I was welcomed my many smiling faces in that narrow road , I told you about . A few genuinely smiling and happy that I could dare to be like a child again , which they couldn't and others mocking my childish act . To the first category , I nodded my head and returned a smile and tried to communicate that it's a lovely feeling . To the other category , the "who cares !!?!! " look .
Round again - and this time , I could sense a pair of eyes glaring at me , furiously . Shocked at the expression , I stopped . He still didn't take his eyes off me . His hands went to his hip and he was standing in a way to prove his authority . Confused , I still didn't leave it . He then raised his head up and signaled me to move back . Now I understood , it was his territory , his spot and I'm a stranger . I then nodded apologetically and moved back . He then got on to the gate and again stared at me , not moving . Realization dawned on me - he wanted me to spin the gate for him . I did - and his scowling face now gave a big warm smile - appreciating my good work .
He was fair with big round eyes and was wearing a neatly ironed school uniform . He should be around 6 years old . I stopped spinning and he jumped from the gate and rushed towards the auto that was waiting for him . He then turned back and shook his shoulders and the school bag he was carrying l along with it . It appeared to be a new bag with a big- colorful spiderman picture . I nodded and smiled , accepting that it's wonderful . He understood it and grinned . He was very happy with that bag . He then waved his hands big and said bye . I waved back , smiling at his cuteness . Into the auto he went , and left for his school .
There , I have made a new friend . I'm sure our friendship will grow as I'm going to wait there every single day for my office bus and may be greeted with his lovely smile everyday .
I was gifted with the opportunity to visit my childhood and make a new lovely friend. Wonderful start , for a day .
Children are a constant reminder of how beautifully things were – arent they ???
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