That Kid

There was a kid, probably 3-4 years old. He'd come with his mother. I couldn't help but notice him. He was hyped up, full of energy and wanted to play.

He was fair, cute, and his mother had to keep an eye on him as he cruised the vicinity.

We were at church and his mother found it a bit awkward doing so, yet instincts took over and her eyes were fixed over him.

Fortunately for her, he'd geared down, just for the moment though. It was the time of ceremony, where we were to kneel down. Everyone did, so did the mother.

The kid had grown tired of sitting idle. He noticed this gesture by the people in the gathering. One would probably assume he did the same too, despite which, he visualized a rather interesting scenario.

He went behind his mother who was kneeling down in prayer, and sat over her legs. I wonder what the thoughts through her mind were then, probably nothing, probably she was used to his playfulness, yet again, just curious.

He apparently didn't find the game amusing enough. He got up, held his mother by her shoulder, stepped over her legs, with rather feeble balance, almost slipped off once, but his mother, held him up. Once he was up and relatively stable and balanced, he looked around, satisfied at his feat, cherished the elevation for a brief time and his mother helped him down.

I've emphasised the scale a bit, feel free to paint the scenario in your head with a lot of innocence and cuteness.

Innocence and cuteness : something the world had stolen from us long long ago.

Or was it a foolish sacrifice?….

St. Joseph's Cathedral.
Chengalpet, Tamil Nadu.
India.

Feb 28, 2016.