It was a nice bright beautiful morning. You know one of those beautiful mornings when you step out and go for a stroll. Strolling in a park wondering what I would do on another one of 14th February day, called Valentine’s Day.
So now I am walking in the park and a small child about three years old gives me a flower. Wishes me Happy Valentines Day and turns around. Yeah before you go all Awwh .. the kid turns around to see her mother slap herself on the forehead.
And she calls out the name of another 3 year old kid a few feet behind me whom the child was supposed to give the flower to.
The child looked confused. I hand her back the flowers and wish her a good day and walk along. Since when did parks have so many kids around I wonder ! Then I wondered why shouldn’t there be kids in a park.
Since when did parks have so many kids around I wonder ! Then I wondered why shouldn’t there be kids in a park.
I sat on a largish rock. Benches just were for something else I guess. The 3 year old then handed an old couple a rose and probably wished them Happy Valentine’s Day.
I am not sure what multinational corporates will do next to market and shove Valentines day down our throats. And what political sanctimonious fools will do to retract Valentines day from our culture with some new violent retro social lobotomy.
But then this three year old kid seemed to make a lot of sense of this day, a lot more than all of social commentators and politicians and experts at large ever could.