Wednesday, June 8, 2016

The magic of the ordinary

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If there is one thing we can learn from new borns it is the magic of everyday things. Every day is different, every night is unique, every toy provides new joy, every view is looked at from a different perspective.
The tree that sways outside the window, the grown ups in the house have forgotten its species or even what it looks like. It is a basic tree, standing outside our building, which can be seen through the window.
But for Aria, the tree is something more than just a green thing. Every day she looks at it with wonder in her eyes. It is difficult to understand how she can look at the tree with the same enthusiasm every day. It is like she discovers a new part of its being every time she looks at it and is thrilled by the discovery.

Every day is bright and full of curiosity. She can spend hours looking at the vehicles on the road. The make, speed or design of the cars and bikes does not matter to her. The details are irrelevant when faced with the joy of movement. Every passing vehicle introduces her to a new world - the world of slow cars, and fast cars, cautious drivers and rash drivers, women with scarves tied around their faces and men with masks on the bikes, the sun light dancing on the radiator grills, the smoke billowing out of the exhaust, the potholes and the way they make bikers swerve and cars slow.

Every day on our walks we cross the BSNL telephone lines red box and every day we need to stand next to it for a few minutes to admire its bright red color and see the play of contrasts of the white lettering on the red box, She does not need to understand the words written on the box, just their presence there in their pure white color, offsetting the bright red paint is enough.

What is the color of the fan in your bedroom? We know its there, doing its duty and circulating air all through the room, but try lying down under it and watch it rotate. You know the mechanics behind it that make it rotate, but just for a second forget that its a fan. We lie under it and coo at it as it goes round and round, the joyful cooing getting more frantic as the fan picks up speed. We have a dark brown fan that looks beautiful against our white ceiling.

Sitting on a bench in the park, look up instead of looking about you. Don't the leaves look different from here, don't the wings of the birds have a different color underneath? Who knew the sky was so blue and the clouds resting on it, as if stuck with glue?

Stand next to a door and feel the whooshing of air as it is opened and closed.
Look at the curtains that bang against the window, as the room door is opened and closed forcefully.
Marvel at the white 0 watt bulb, lighting up its surroundings and scaring away all things lurking in the dark.
Enjoy the music of the water in the bottle as it goes tumbling into a glass.
Wonder at the sheer hard work of the washing machine, for it to grunt and heave so.
Watch the tube light glow like a fairy's wand.
Ponder the dignity of the crystal ware on the shelf and watch as the light rays dancing across try to woo it.
Startle and be amazed by the clinking of the spoons and forks as they toss and turn in the drawer.
Pick out the beautiful patterns on the dresses of people you meet and be mesmerized by them.

Aria has introduced me to a whole new magical world, a world you will understand only if you are held by the guiding hand of an infant - the world of every day things.



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