“Wow! It looks, so… nice!” marveled a boy of four, standing on the terrace’s parapet, wide-eyed, taking in all the beauty of the sunrise. He did not know the word ‘beautiful’ then. Things were just ‘nice’, some were ‘cool’. His Aai (mother), stood by, smiling… Had he been observant, surely he would’ve seen her eyes crinkling too.
“Listen to the birds chirping.”
“Yeah! Sooo nice, Aai!”
“See that mist?”
She taught him to appreciate the beautiful world they lived in.