Have you ever imagined your world around kids? I wonder how many of you would like to spend your time with little kids. Concretely, I like to spend most of my time with them, but I spend at least one hour per day. Most of the neighbours around my home had kids (I mean baby) when the time I grew up. I think that is the reason why I am addicted to spend my time with kids.
One of the most important reasons, why I like to spend my time with kids is my selfishness. Indeed, reason is nothing but for my mind relaxation. Just imagine a hectic day with full of stress, frustration and depression. In that situation if I supposed to splurge a half-hour with kids’, wholeness will be alright and very soon my mind will be free. I cannot even compare anything to their invaluable smiles, innocent mien in their face, and veracious tears in their eyes when the time I bother them. There is no such evil thing in their smiles like some human being. I cannot describe that kind of feeling. I guess everyone should feel it rather than from my words.
It was the time, I walked along the lonely road. I was trying to move out quickly from the abandoned road to reach my home. I was haunting that my parents might look for me as it was already too late to reach the home. I was barely able to walk, and the ambient scenery was moving too slow. Subsequently, I observed a group of people, and I was hurrying towards them with an excitation.
When I was reaching the crowd, people were arguing something seriously by pointing their hands to the middle of a group. Without any delay, I rushed into the spot to see "what has happened?" A person had died who might be around my age. I could not be able to see his face because his head was crooked downwards. Furthermore, I was trying to see his face. Meanwhile, another guy was trying to bend over that person to see his face.
When the time, I saw the face of the person, I'm shocked that I was almost crying. It was hard to believe whatever my eyes were witnessing that time. That person was so familiar with me, he had been with me every day, every hour, every minute, every second, and every beat of my heart. As I was trying to touch that person, but I could not. I was starting to urge everyone "I'm still alive" but no one listened to my words. In fact, I was not exposed to them.
Whenever I stepped into steps, bus started to move out of the interchange. I always would prefer a window seat, and the reason is, I could figure out what's happening outside. On that particular day, it was really crowded. However, I got a seat, but not a window seat. Meanwhile, the bus moved out of the city. After a few stages, a man who was seating near me alighted. Soon I crawled into the window seat.
My head turned and eyes began to focus on outside views through the window, while the bus was moving at an average speed. Later sometimes, the bus stopped in a stage, but there was no sign of passengers' movement. As a curious guy I stood up from my seat to see what happens. There was a man may be around 30 years of age who was trying to step into the bus. Actually, the man was a physically disabled person who couldn't walk. Finally, he entered the bus. One of the co-passengers left his seat to him.
