the simple questions
Written by: z3phyr
“Why are they of different colors and sizes!” he disengaged himself from the giant ‘camera’ and looked quizzically at her. She should know. It was after all her daddy’s ‘camera’.
“Mommy says that’s how god knows where all the people come from, like their country, school and all that” she answered with conviction.
“What people??” he frowned. She knew this face. He always looked at her like this when he did not believe her.
“Stupid! When people die, they go to the sky and become stars. That’s how stars are made”.
He pondered over this for a while. She knew not to disturb him when he was thinking. He was obviously in conflict.
“The moon must be my dad then.” he said slowly. “Mom says he is not dead; he just went really far away from us. You see, that is why moon looks bigger than stars, it is closer to us than dead people.”
He smiled happily now, he couldn’t wait to get back home and tell his mom about this.
Awwww… childhood innocence, and positivity. Almost brought a tear to my eyes. Lovely :’)
Nice one. Enjoyed it. Maybe a better message about the stars than “home of the aliens”.
hey thanks a lot for the comments
means a lot for a novice like me…
Absolutely lovely. There was no twist in the end here. No surprises. Yet, it was a fabulous read for it touches ones heart in the nicest way. We really learnt all we needed to know, back in kindergarten. Thank you for this lovely piece, and welcome to the club.
Thanks Aniket, and great job creating this wonderful place