So yesterday, my cousin and his wife came over with their 1 year 9 months old daughter, Dhyani. Dhyani is the kid I am currently obsessed with. She's at the age where she's just learnt to speak proper sentences, recognises people (yea, she loves me, just like any other kid, we can relate well because of same mental age) and repeats everything we say. So, on one side, she'll tell you, "i love you" and very next moment, sing 'dhinka tika' and hold her skirt (or shorts) and do the cute step salman khan does.
And the inexplicable love for peek-a-boo! i've not yet seen a single kid who doesn't crack up in this game. I melt every single time she calls me "Ninu". (what ya, Nirwa is too hard for a kid)
Yesterday, while she was here, I was on the swing in the porch, and she was in my lap, and I got the swing in motion. My mother sat across us on the chair and extended her hand towards Dhyani so she could clap whenever we would go near her. The kid found that incredibly amusing. She cackled up every time she managed to 'clap' mom's hand. Then, mom extended both her hands, and the kid went crazy. She would now clap her with both her hands. Then my mum suggested that Dhyani uses her legs to give her the 'clap'. (yea, we're quite creative when it comes to playing with kids) and Dhyani's happiness knew no bounds.
All this while, she's sitting in my lap. I had to hold on to her tightly so she doesn't fall off. And I just wondered, look at her. She's sitting in my lap, no safety gear to hold her from falling, and she trusts me so much that i won't let her fall. The kid has not yet learnt how to be cynical. She doesn't question anyone's actions.
The other day, I had gone to their place to play with the kid. They live on the 3rd floor and the room's windows fell on the main road. Their apartment is on one of the busiest crossroads with a flyover and all, so its quite noisy there. Suddenly, the kid looked out of the window and shouted something. I couldn't make out what she said, so i asked her mother. Her mother said, that she's shouting out to "Panditji", who's the watchman. She just randomly does that. When my uncle, i.e. her grandfather came in the room, my cousin's wife asked him to shout out to the watchman because Dhyani wants to say 'hi' to him. He called his name, Panditji looked up, and Dhyani waved both her hands at him.
Few minutes later, we were sitting in another room, and the doorbell rang. The sweeper had come to collect garbage from the house. Dhyani went, "Natubhai!!" And Natubhai responded with a smile. Dhyani smiled at him and played peek-a-boo with him till her mother got the garbage.
Kids are so unassuming.
We were also so unpretentious once. When did we stop being one? Why do we question the intentions of other people all the time? Why can't we be little more trusting? I'm sure, for every fall we have, there will be someone to help us through.