In the realm of innocence, my grandson 11 years old Veer embarked on an unexpected adventure with his mother, Rajni (my daughter). The setting was Rajni’s car, a mundane journey transformed by the presence of an uninvited guest—a small fly.
As the tiny intruder buzzed near Veer’s window, annoyance flickered across Rajni’s face. In a swift move, she pressed the button to lower the window pane, aiming to free the winged wanderer. However, Veer, with the speed only a child possesses, countered her action by promptly raising the window.
Puzzled, Rajni tried again, lowering the window to shoo away the persistent fly. Yet, Veer, with an air of determination, pulled the window back up, leaving Rajni both irritated and intrigued.
“Is there a problem, Veer? I’m trying to get rid of the fly,” Rajni exclaimed in frustration.
With the sincerity that only a child’s heart can convey, Veer responded, “I know, Mom. I noticed it much later when we were on the road. If I had seen it before we started, I would have removed it immediately. Now, we can’t. We have to drop it back exactly where we picked it up. Its family might be waiting.”
Such is the innocence of childhood—a world where even a tiny fly becomes a part of the intricate tapestry of compassion and concern for all living beings. In Veer’s innocent eyes, every creature, no matter how small, deserves consideration and a chance to return home.
Guchi.
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