So I understand my previous rambling has been of no use. Here I once again, sit alone at 10:30 pm trying to write something down. It seems my affliction might be more serious than previously anticipated.
In my defense, today was Saturday. And it did not turn out to be the way I thought it would.
It was filled with stories and great surprises. And it all started with a story.
In the afternoon as we headed for our lunch, instead of a radio we had Ananya read the esoteric story of The Little Prince in the cab. A story, every time I listen to leaves me thinking for days about the simple truths in it. And one phrase repeats clearly, it is only with the heart that one can see rightly.
Though one might find it in the kid's section, there is something so profound about the whole experience.
After lunch, the adults had to go for a client meeting, and the kids were left to play. So we did what most of the children do when their parents are out.
We went to the park!
Albeit we took a metro to the said park. Ally, Meghna and I, fled to what could only be called the “Central Park” of Bengaluru, The Cubbon Park. Where we trekked the jungle and weaved our way through bamboo forest to finally reach the rocky mountain in the middle of the park. And as we went along making stories about non existent rivers and hidden Minotaurs I understood exactly why the book is found in the kid's section. It is only with the heart that one can see rightly. What is essential, is invisible to the eye. - Antoine de Saint-Exuerpy