There's always a first time for eveything. and though the first time may not always be perfect,or the most memorable, its still always completely unforgettable.Whether its a small car, which you invariably want to upgrade , or a house that's too small, or too noisy or your stupid first crush on your seventh grade teacher...its special because it was the first. Because it was something new and it gives your eyes that curiousity-turned-into-sparkle of a wonder revealed for the first time, a fresh mystery unravelled. And I believe that life is just one day at a time, and no matter how much we grow up, it is the desire to feel and experience new , hitherto unexplored arenas that keep us looking forward to the next day. If at the end of each day, we have discovered felt or created something new, no matter how tiny, that the feeling of achievement brings a smile so genuine that it doesnt matter if that smile lasted a flip second. That's why children enjoy life more than anyone else, and as we grow older our frustration, stress and dissatisfacion levels increase because we forget to notice the wonders of life around us and get lost in the struggle for survival and race for acquisition....
So what do you do when you see a grown up adult, a teacher and a mentor you hold in high esteem, telling you that he had never seen a hailstorm till a few yearsback, and has never tasted hail till date???? ......you pick up the most perfect piece of hail you can find, wash it it the rain for a few moments and hold it out to him. And as he eats it, you click an everlasting mental picture of that childlike curiousity-turned-into-sparkle in his eyes, of a wonder revealed for the first time, a fresh mystery unravelled....
and create an everlasting memory of the first time you actually taught your mentor something new ;)
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