Sunday, July 19, 2009
It is touching to see stories work their charm on a two year old. The eagerness with which she innocently enters the unknown world in the story, her impatience to know what comes next- will the poochakutty find a home?, her sorrowfilled eyes holding in its sympathetic gaze the rain drenched poochakutty , the sheer joy in her face at the happy ending - she comes out of each story changed in some intangible way. Every story lures her out of herself and her known world, teaches her to open up to the mysteries of life and immerse herself in the suffering and sorrows and happiness that is not her own. Each story makes her world richer. For how long will she be protected from knowing that all stories need not have a happy ending?