A "peace" of my mind: in search of a high tide

i've messed up so many times in my life... that it dosen't come as a surprise if i make another blunder...

but then i have my intoxicated moments of child - like conversations with street kids in wee hours of night at the NFC market..

each one of them goes to school....knows how the English alphabet begins with an A and ends with Z....but it takes them a minute to realize that Guddu starts, not with a J, but the alphabet G..they told me how none of them actually pays attention to the white woman who spares 3 hours everyday in a government run school, trying to grab their attention to the educated world....none of them pays attention....ofcourse..

Roopa handed over tea..one cup after the other, diverting their attention from her short denim skirt, while Prateek tried to make conversations in a language that was drunk and alien to all of us..

i was in search of my being.....yet again...

and not that i've found it....i am on a passage of rediscovering myself everyday..

like anyone else, i have spent years in absolutely hating kids...i want to spend most of the part left in my life, in learning from them....

yours childishly
gauri