Lens

By Meera

My earlier days @ home... 

How can anyone be in this loud environment filled with lots of things and people, but that's my home,  yet I can sleep peacefully, almost the whole day. Everything around me is big... I can hear voices, it's long  and shrieky at times, when it reaches me and it hurts my ears and I cry most times, in high shrieks, too. I  hate loud noises and big, big things surrounding me and the only thing I enjoy the most, is picking up  things that seem to be of my hand's sizes from the floor, of which none notice. I love playing with  colorful toys and water baths in the mid day sunny afternoons, before I slumber to a long nap. 

Some time later... 

I have grown up a bit and am good with the sounds around me now... In fact I enjoy some sounds, like  that of cat's meows, dog's barks and bird's sounds. I love watching and chasing them and I laugh a lot  around them. I laugh quite a lot than I cry, now. I enjoy my midday afternoon walks on the quite roads  where the dogs are sleeping under the cars escaping the sunny climate, as I stand beside lifting my head  to watch the big, big trees dropping it's colourful flowers to the mild breezes. I love drinking water and  milk, but the solid chunks of colorful sticky things, gets stuck in my tongue and I hate the taste as I rub  my tongue clean of it.  

Awhile later, my first cake cut... 

I have grown up a bit more now, yet most time of the day, I am still sleeping... I have no clue whether  everyone knows, that I can understand them really well, yet at times, I mischievously play being dumb  amongst them. I am curious on all things around me and I break everything trying to understand them  better. I play well with my friends, outside on the park and on the swings, I like swings when I am up in  the air. In the morning, the sun is up and bright and I enjoy running along, watching the skaters on the  evening sun and I love watching and catching a run, with the full moon at the nights. I find joy in  greeting everyone around and I love good chunks of crispy biscuits and soft cakes and chocolates. The  colorful painting keeps my evening full and I end up bathing in color at the end of the day. I am aware of  the timings in my own sense and I love watching people when they talk to me and when I answer them  back in broken words... Slowly and gradually, I got accustomed to this weird world of big people and big, 

big things around me. But yet, I find it quite disturbing when I am being looked as a weird doll, like am  being looked by someone beside me right now, as I am so sleepy.  

'How cute... how old is the baby?'. 

'Nearing 24 months!!'. Oh mother... I quickly slept with a frown face, that soon turned smiling, while I  was dreaming. 

Hey readers, that's my mother... & for the record am twooo...

Author's note : 

I have tried to depict the world from their perspective and it seems to spin entirely different and I  always find it quite intriguing, on how they notice even tiny little objects on the floor. But, when I crouch  down to their size, I enjoyed viewing it, as it is, quite a beautifully different world of its own.

By Meera