Rishi's thoughts

Rishi is my son - 5 years old as of today (4th June 2010). It was day before yesterday that is on 2nd of June. He was standing near the balcony of our house in Ahmedabad and watching over the greenery of IIM . Our house is on 9th floor of the building and the view from the balcony is awesome. Some children were playing in the garden. As the dusk was being converted to night, parents were calling their children to come to their homes.


Rishi was looking at the lights far away and then he saw a faint light in the sky. He asked his sister Rhea - "Is that a shooting star?" Rhea knew it was a plane ready to land at Ahmedabad airport, but she replied "Yes, it is". Rishi closed his eyes and folded his hands. He was murmuring something which was not audible. Rhea called her mother and narrated the happening to her. Their laughter broke the mesmerized state of Rishi. "Dear, it is not a shooting star, it is just an airplane. Anyway, what were you doing?" asked the mother. "If you see a shooting star, and you wish for something, it happens. So I was making a wish" was Rishi's reply. And what you wished for? Asked the mother.

"There should be happiness in the world. There should not be any kidnappers who kidnap children and torture them. There should be no poverty and those poor children whom I see in the morning while going to school, should have sufficient to wear and eat."

There was a silence in the air for some time. Deepali did not know what to say. She hugged Rishi. His belief (in shooting star) and his thoughts made her wonder if Rishi would be able to survive in this world which is becoming professional and mean, day by day. Or he would have such an influence on the people that he would change the way we think and act. Although her negative thoughts were overpowering the positive thoughts, she did not want to influence Rishi's thoughts. There was some hope left in her which was raising its head for this world to be a better place. A place which She thought of, when she was a child herself. This connection, although feeble, was strong enough to for her to hold on for the moment.