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If I were a baby again.
Blacks, Whites and Grey
When I was a baby,
There were only two flavors in life, the "mum-dad" and the "rest", There was just black and white.
Today, life is about the shades of grey and not just black and white. Life's thrill and beauty lies in its varying shades and they are pretty.
From the two-kind to the multitude of relationships
When I was a baby,
There were just two types of relationships, one to whom who can “roll on the floor and cry your extra share of toffee” and the rest to whom you should “humble refuse that extra toffee offer”. Making new relationships involved only evaluating the “smile” and how much it appealed to you.
Today, I write about a host of relationships that I hold here, battling it out between the heart and the mind, though with no regrets, Whatsoever.
The "Broken" meaning – Varying degree of sadness
When I was a baby,
Sadness was only about "Broken" toys and painful injections when sick.
But now, it is about broken promises, broken relationships, shattered dreams and lost loved ones. Some could be replaced but some not, but time healed them all.
The “I can” to “Can I?” - Times
When I was a baby,
Everything was a "I Can" if I try. I can crawl, walk, talk and I did it all by myself. Put my hand out and somebody held it. Even if no one did, I went on, fell , shrieked, but stood up again, all by myself.
But now, it is "Can I"? in the mind, when fallen, staying there with doubts , apprehensions , disappointments putting that hand out, waiting for that someone to take it . But when that hand is held, it is all rosy again.
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So, If I were a baby again, I would love to go back and teach myself not to gaze bewildered when I see the shades of grey , not to feel depressed when the “I Can” s become “Can I?”,
So count me in the category of people, who don’t regret not having taught themselves those qualities. I am happy with what I have learnt as a child, the values I hold dear, the maturity to look back and rejoice without too many regrets.
So, I am just uttering it through my lips and not from my heart and soul, when I say, I wish I can go back to being a baby.
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