Slowly and steadily , my eyes linger on plethora of crowd that passed by. I look at folks. Most with a deep arrogance  uprooted in their deepest self. People who will let go the real you – on a crossroad. People who will abandon you for who you are. Humility is scarce.

Eyes certainly build people. I remember kiddo. Faintly, with an air of self possession. She lingers on with Mr K. Its hard to mesmerize her.Most of the world ; including me go unnoticed. She is within herself. Moving around , gauging people – leaving a faint trail of happiness for the vie-wee.

She is small. Certainly very pretty. The thing with telling people the truth is the author is too often judged for his intentions then for his ability to tell what he really feels. So we lay the basic kiddo first without giving too much away. She will ask personally if she needs to know more.

A few days on I remember sitting with mr S. The location is ordinary. The pole between the chemistry and biology lab. A location most inordinate for sitting. She comes along with Mr K. As Mr K engages in small talk with Mr S – she stands there. She says a line or two in the middle , trying to be a part.Smiling as always. Faint interest in what is happening with outside world.She shares a very dynamic relationship with Mr K. All assumptions aside , Mr K certainly complements her very being. Mr K is another story of genuine exemplification – another day.

Kiddo is certainly people’s favourite. She carries a little humbleness and a card of smile with her always.My repertoire with my English teachers entitles me to a little bit of inside stories of my juniors. Mr S also speaks highly of kiddo.She is definitely an impressionist. Her morning assembly speech will tell you so.

There are few things that you can derive from people talking; even more when they are silent. Her silence tells you a lot. Not an extrovert – she is definitely not asserting her dominance to the band of people. You look at her and you look at the open window. The resemblance is quite striking. Total acceptance is in store. However , like the playfulness of a cat on the verge of a high wall, she shares a playfulness with the outside world.

I see her again in a few days. Playing basketball with fellow mates.

There are some people in the world that go unnoticed. Some that leave a lasting impression. Some that leave a sense of calm remembrance that you tend to reflect in years to come. Kiddo falls in the last zone. She with her soft spoken words will leave you scampering in the future to mimic the same in your mind. She leaves a small but tedious impression.

The thing about cute people is that they are surrounded by too many grasshoppers. It then becomes difficult  to see and connect people on their reality level. Too many guys will perpetuate/pray/fall for our kiddo. Ir- respectively she is a doll. If you would place her on a shelf , you had hardly notice she was real. In all hindsight I had buy her from the shelf then any other multi-million dollar doll. She plays the simplistic but intelligent card too well. Good on you kiddo.

The most simple people, innocent in their deepest self have an innate ability to fall in love. To fall for a human , to be driven on the scrumpy road of self pity. She is no different. On my question to assert her stance – she quickly said “committed”. Too quick for a girl. In a way that made me happy.On a certain level sad.

I am happy for kiddo. Picking a handful of grains is more solitary then going through life in search of magic beans. Kiddo is firm. She is a little naive , but most innocent people always pick up most ardent teachers in life.

Perfections of nature must wither.Kiddo exemplifies an acme point of satisfaction. With new life begins death. A most beautiful rain drop must meet the ground some day and gather all imperfections.Kiddo will also do the same some day. We pray for her. Me an my band of minions.My words.

The problem of the society is that manipulative and selfish people always tend to feed on love. The parasites  will seek the life out of the most humble creatures. That is how the world works. I fear for Kiddo. In a way – I want to deeply connect and foster a human being that I very much appreciated in her childhood. I want to protect her – in all my ability. However Kiddo would marry someday. Old age , pain and experience will come in her life too.

Kiddo – if you read this , remember that no matter what life has in store for you - happiness is just a choice away. Choose yourself over anything else. Your innocence , smile and the ability to create a bond with people without speaking is your asset. Never lose that for any man on this earth. If you must ; lose the man.

More conversation with kiddo will tell us who she really is. Kiddo is definitely someone we would choose to be a part of our life. Unknowingly she has entered the door already.

Alas – life will bring her what it must. She can count on us though. Kiddo can always call upon us with a touch of a button.