I saw a small boy around 4 to 5 years of age, clinging on to his mom and standing in a corner. He looked all over the shop.
You know his eyes was searching for something interesting. The sparkle was there in his eyes, I could notice.
Finally, after a long eye walkthrough he found an item in one corner near my seat. He slowly walked towards it.
It was nothing but a 'dustbin' with the pedal to open on the bottom. Initially he stared at it for some time- the green box with a black lever at the bottom.
He was so curious so he came over there and watched the dustbin box from different angles. It was like, he is seeing such an item for the first time in his life.
Then slowly he moved closer to it and then put his feet on the bottom lever.
I could see his smile when the black top moved upwards.
He peeped on to it and tried to see what was there inside the dustbin.
Seeing the empty tea cups he never got upset. He kept steping on the bottom lever and seeing the top opening and closing
I could see how amused and happy he was by doing it - So involved he was in just opening and closing
I wish we were curious like that!
Curious enough to enjoy each bit of life!
Somewhere during our journey didn’t we lose this curiosity ?
Are we still curious?
Are we still able to enjoy the small adventures of life? – Opening a dustbin? :-) or something similar!!