There is a thing I learnt about kids. They teach you as much as you teach them. They basically are a book in themselves. My five year old nephew asks curious questions every now and then like every other kid his age. It so happened that he came up with "Tell me, what is the meaning of life?" I looked up from my book at him, as he stopped colouring the hut he had drawn and repeated his question. "What is the meaning of life?" I smiled and said "Let's see, what is life? Umm... See you breath and your heart beats..." He stopped me with a shake of his head. "No no no. That is life. What is the meaning of it?" I looked at his innocent question in silence. Did he know what he had just said? How profound and deep his question was? Probably not. I just smiled. I had no answers. I guess we are all looking for it.
~ Suranya