When we speak of an experience, generally we refer to it as a situation which has reached its fruition or a grand, climactic and successful finale. However, even greater experiences are those wherein the challenges and struggles carry on along with one’s spirited faith and a genial approach to life.
The other day, we were out at one of the malls of this city; admiring or rather mechanically absorbing the grandeur of the expanse of space around us – suddenly being belittled by the looming pitter-pattering of the swirling crowd coming closer and closer …. Just like an emergent hurricane which would simply engulf us.
Anyway, getting back to the little window of our entertainment, we looked below at these vivacious skittles of all ages trying to master the art of sliding on a frozen floor…. Some were falling, some really twisting themselves, some just about gliding while some merrily tearing across like a sandstorm blurring the vision of the slow yet nimble-footed learners.
Oh! What joy for the blue jacketed, blonde haired angel to glide through just a few steps. Ouch!!!! Look at that naughty rascal – not only losing his balance, but also toppling his sibling three-sixty degrees over while laughing and guffawing all over the place.
Well, if I were that innocent golliwog who had been literally pushed aside, you would be encountering the worst nightmare of your life – a kid weeping like the sudden, out of place rainfall here with solid hail stones pelting down and breaking through the already highly sonorous cacophony!
Nah… That curly haired, tiny bundle of a kid tried getting up but kept falling…. Finally, got up and with his unsteady and jerky glides gave a hundred per cent chase to give back what he had so lovingly received!
The chase went on… at least till the time we watched… only to be yanked away by some friends eager to get on with some serious mall-ing… hmmm…
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