The Child in All of Us

There’s just something about seeing old, graying man in their coats and tails licking away at a colorful ice-cream cone covered with rainbow sprinkles. In the middle of a working day!, if I may add. For that moment, just for that particular moment, they are transported into a world of their own, their haven.

For this entire week, I have been having ice-cream everyday after lunch. Hence, apart from indulging in my own little piece of paradise with each lick and slurp I take, I had the opportunity to witness grown people be caught up in their own world, a world where deadlines are forgotten, management presentations are not real, and the boss… the boss, who is that?!!

Ah… just for that one moment.

I guess everyone has a child in them. And everyone has just that particular something that manages to bring out that child. For some it’s hearing a favorite song on the radio in the middle of a crappy day, for some it’s finding a first edition favorite comic book hidden in the archives of an old dusty bookstore, for some it’s having a home-cooked dish made with love after a long time away from home.

For me, it’s seeing my dogs (Woofy and Tag) still respond to me after not seeing them in months; just sitting contentedly watching my family members talk, joke and laugh with ease and comfort and bask in all that warmth and familiarity; seeing a smile or hearing the voice of my other half at the end of a dreary day; reading the poetry I wrote many years back with a good cup of peppermint tea for company. These are a few of my favorite things. These are the things that transport me to a world of my own, to a sliver of my paradise.

And if all else fails, there’s still my rainbow sprinkled ice-cream cone.

Darn, now if only I didn’t have to get back to my deadlines and management presentations.