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The morning was calm and cool
After a rainy monsoon night
The wind was playing with everything it can put hands upon
Pushing down and thrashing, making a scene so bizarre
Pretending like the world cup players in the grounds of  Brazil
In this third floor apartment at Kochi, India.

Got up a little late than usual
Walked straight to the front door
To catch hold of the morning newspaper
As if something will happen to the world              
If it is not read on time.

On opening the  front door
Off went the healthy mood as  something unpleasant  awaited  there.
The two big waste buckets, our neighbor’s,
Lying side turned down, wide open,  touching our door.
An ugly sight  seen sometimes, 
Today the naughty monsoon wind had done it.

No! This is something a lady hates to see right in front of the door
Especially in a tranquil morning, like  today’s.
Blue and clear was the view of the sky
But clouds  grey and dark gathered in my mind
Before late it might pour
I feared much.
Let the neighbor come, will  put an end to this
Lapses no more I’ll bear, the last one will be today
Sat on the sofa waiting
For somebody to appear.

Moments passed and  neighbor’s door opened
The youngest of the family came out.
Placing  the first step out,  turned to me with a lovely smile
As though a  bud is slowly turning into full bloom
Then came a  “Hm.." from the little dear
To attract my attention
“Good Morning!’’ What else can I say?
He is our dear Thejus  who came to the world
Only  just three years before.
 
Thejus came to our door, was  still in his nightwear 
Presented me  with a more hearty smile.
Oh! The boy's sparkling eyes noticed something unusual about the buckets
Of which of course  had a little doubt 
Who the owner really is. 
Asked with the innocence only a three year old can own
“This is mine, no?”.”Yes”
“Shall I take it and place it there?” in the sweetest tone of a toddler.
Don’t know to where my ill feelings
Those got  sedimented in the serene morning
Flew away
Feeling ashamed by the little one’s magic touch.
Finishing off all the stains in my heart
More like a machine,  pronounced a “Yeah”
The boy lifted the bins one by one, a little heavy for his age
Placed them in their position and didn't care to turn back
Started playing with his small bicycle
Leaving his grown-up neighbor to reflect over a verse from The Holy Bible,

   "Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, 
ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven".
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