Craving for a Smile

Being a lazy unemployee, My late mornings are very good evenings for the  'about to rest' world. To activate my brain from drowsiness and To find myself from the state of loneliness, I go to the nearby park and think of what's going on in my life. While I drench in my thoughts, my eyes would silently stare at the streetlights, that invade the evening darkness. But the undefeated darkness would silently hide beside me, under the shadow of the tree. This is how my routine goes on and my thinking about my fate and future would end up with mourning eyes or successful hope, depending upon the day.

A sad day would be when I observe my own self and worry for my own mistakes.  A happy day is when I observe the world and learn something. 

On such a good day, I have an experience and I wish I could make it a good story for my readers also.  

On that day I carried some hidden grace of happy emotion to the shadow under the tree. I have never seen such a view of Park ever before. The park is deserted with green grass alongside with the walking track. That sight of beautiful nature has oxidised my thoughts. I could see group of people sitting and chitchatting in circles. I could see the children playing. And somehow felt that I going to have a happy day. My mind is actively observing at that crowd. Among them, a small boy playing with a big balloon caught my attention. He owns a huge balloon that his tiny hands couldn't hold it. It was fun to see his unsuccessful, funny, determined efforts in trying to hold the balloon. People are laughing at his tiny and cute adventures.

He is so smaller, to consider those smiles as a discouraging act or to consider his own acts as a mischievous one. His plan of action is to take that huge balloon into his hands and throw it again. His tiny foot steps are making his efforts uncomfortable. I was so happy to see his strong determination towards the balloon. His parents are busy in talking to each other and so he is left undisturbed.

Somehow the boy managed to avoid that balloon from moving along with the wind by pressing it tightly towards the ground. He amazingly found a thread at other end of the balloon. He don't know why the thread is knotted tightly to the balloon. He stood up taking the thread into his hand. Out of his fascination, he has seen the balloon following, the thread. Yes! He did it. His efforts in grabbing the balloon into his hands is successful. He waved his hand, holding the thread tight and the balloon moved in the same direction. He wanted to show his parents. He ran at them. They didn't notice their child's smile. In fact it isn't a magnificent achievement to fall in their eyes like reading rhymes, singing songs.  They stood up to leave. The couple along with the boy walking towards the gate. I could see the boy happily looking at his balloon. He held the thread so tight and it would never miss from his hand again. If it does, it wouldn't be hard for him to grab it again.

I stood up and walked out of the park. That day, I craved so much, for that satisfied smile to be on my face. To get such a beautiful one, I have to make some effort and win.