“Catch it, keep it down”. “Ok”. “Catch it, keep it down” ,”OK”. “1,2,3” Three voices alternated the sentences. Close your eyes and you think its a mini sailor crew taking down cargo. You open your eyes and you see 3 little men - one throwing something from above a roped tower, the other one on the ground catching it and placing it down. And the other one then doing the same. Whats there in their hands you wonder. what are they stacking up on the ground? What are they counting?
Are they stones, or pebbles or coins or twigs or what are those objects? I go nearer in fascination to see what prompts this unified dedication. I go round the little men and peer on the side. I half expected something from a magical land. They have been at this for 45 mins. Nothing. There were no stones, no pebbles, no coins, no twigs. There was Nothing.
I looked at the three boys. I asked them , what are you throwing and what are you catching. One said - sugar, one said butterflies , one said - magic spells. And not one disagreed when the other one said something different. They were in their own magical land each throwing and catching whatever he wanted. How simple and joyful it was to see this. How naive and untouched were their minds. How clean and unclouded were their thoughts. What I would not do to become like that again.
