EYE CONTACT.

I had to wake up early today to drop Chaitra to school. Her school's annual sports event was slated today and by 6.30 am she had to report to school.The cold season works like a hypnotic medicine and waking up early is one more pleasure denied in our daily life. She was full of beans as she was the lead announcer of the day. I dropped her and returned back home to pick up my wife. We were supposed to show ourselves at the venue at 8am.

Chaitra insisted us to wear sporty wear with shoes and all stuff. The event started off with the national anthem sung by the students and all the gathered parents. The games began and the kids started their races. They enthusiastically participated and were surprisingly not bothered about the results. They ran in their own styles and a healthy camaraderie ensued between the kids.They were enmeshed in joy. Their smiling faces warmed our hearts.Nobody was trying to out do each other. The losers patted the winners sportingly.

I noticed a searching gaze in the eyes of the participating children. Each and every child, oblivious to the ongoing melee was constantly scanning the crowd for his parents.As soon as the gaze locked with familiar faces, a hand wave followed by a cheer and a burst of energy propelled them to their races.The day was made for them. Everything else was just a formality.

They just wanted their minute of eye contact and a nod of recognition with their parents. This made their chests swell with pride.

Some parents skipped the event on some pretext or the other. Maybe, their children looked lost and forlorn in the field. Well,Maybe.

I wondered how they would face their children, A guilt would consume their hollow conscience and they would avoid looking into the eyes of their disheartened child.

We attend all our child's events despite our busy schedules.

I see God in my child's happy contented eyes.

Don't you wanna see one too?