the simple questions
“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.