Crayons of Happiness

COLOURS OF HOPE

DECEMBER 20. 2019

The other day while the kids were engrossed in completing their worksheet, I looked around when suddenly something caught my attention. Every bench had differently-colored bags, each resonating its’ own uniqueness and importance for the kids. The only companion that they have starting right from 7am to 6pm is their bag. They carry it around from school to their tuitions symbolizing the amount of work they have to accomplish that day. Sometimes it’s light and sometimes a tad bit heavy to carry for even the adults. But one thing that remains constant is the amalgam of the vibrant dreams of these little minds. Dreams of conquering the world, dreams of living in a house made of chocolate or being able to fly like the superman. And with their dreams, associated is the hope of people like me. A hope that one day every child will be able to carry school bags of his/her favourite colour rather than carrying sacks of cement on a construction site. A hope of a world where all kids are brought up in an environment to dream and opportunities for their dreams to be fulfilled. The light in their eyes aspires to be a part of the best universities around the world. And a hope that their religion, colour, gender or lack of finances never hold them back from choosing the path that they want for themselves. A hope that one day they will break from all the shackles holding them back and succeed in whatever they want to do in life.

Hope is not simply a four-lettered word. As rightly written by Emily Dickinson,

“Hope” is the thing with feathers –

That perches in the soul –

And sings the tune without the words –

And never stops – at all –

It is an Illuminating beam of confidence in the soul. It never stops. Hope is perhaps the only thing that keeps us going. Once, I asked the kids about what they think of hope and one of the answers gave me chills. The 10-year-old said, ‘Didi for me hope feels like giving a tight hug to a rainbow. Mumma says that whenever there are lots of fights or sadness on Earth, God creates a rainbow which envelops us in its different colours that calms the chaos of our minds and spreads his divine light which fills our homes with the hope of more positive things to come.’ It is astonishing to know how a natural phenomenon turns out to be a symbol of strength to a little child. If we look at it closely all children are the ones who fill us up with strength and power like no other. They bring with them love and hope and encompass everyone within their purity and light.

Providing them with the environment and opportunities to find their own colour and stick by them amidst all that goes wrong is what we owe to them. Owe to them for sprinkling that bright sunshine in the dark and finally owe them for making adults believe in miracles and blessings.

  • Vibhuti Sikand

THE SWEET BOOK

Candy floss, cookies, chocolate and toffee
Center-filled with vanilla, butterscotch, and coffee.
They have all been in our best childhood dreams
And made the saddest eyes glitter and gleam.
Little did I know I would relive that time,
Through the innocent eyes of a child,
When I wished to go to a chocolate land
With beaches of biscuit crumb instead of sand.
And so began the tale of five kids
All set out to go for a picnic,
All was well till little Jo saw a bee
And suddenly sprang into a running spree.
The others, worried, followed shortly behind
And lo! There’s a sweet surprise they find!
Down the winding tree trunk slide
They reach heaven spread far and wide.
And in the hunt for Jo they indulge,
On bushes of chocolate scones and fudge,
On cotton candy clouds blue and pink,
From a caramel river, they take a drink,
On tall grasses of bubble gum, they munch,
And on trampolines of wobbly jelly, they jump!
And while this happens, three pairs of eyes,
Are dreamily imagining a new paradise
And each turned page of the book invites
Yum and slurps of scrumptious delight!
Now, returning to that tale of five,
The hunt for Jo turned out a gala time,
And as the children started tiring out
“A faint crunching sound?” they doubt,
And on the ledge of a tree, they see
Little Jo munching away happily!
And so ended another of the many books
And I could see on their faces hopeful looks
“Didi, we still have 15 minutes”, they cried
“Okay quick, name place animal thing,” I smiled.
-Anoushka

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