Little Girl

2:00 AM in the morning and I am at the Indira Gandhi International airport, New Delhi. A cancelled flight has resulted in this long 270 minutes long break between Mum-Del and DEl-Lko flight.Heavy-eyed and Heavily irritated by the Kingfisher staff, they certainly are the king of bad times.
The family sitting in front of me looks relaxed.A man in his mid 30s, a woman in a red saree holding a cute little girl. She is cute enough to divert my attention from the troubles I have faced all day, a bad day in office and this never ending journey. The cutie pie, holding on to her mom's neck kissing her on the cheeks. She has this collosal depth in her eyes.These ocean like eyes, amazing view, so full of life she is. I wonder if she ever cries or does she even know that she is instigating some sort of motivation towards life in a stranger's mind. I wish I could just learn this skill from the little kid. I wish to walk with a smile,full of life and spread this beautiful feeling around me.
Ah great, she is going, I guess her flight is here. I am sure she is going to have a happy journey and people around her will get the taste of same. I'll wait for some more hours but I won't be angry or sad, all because of a cute liite girl. Well now I have a face to remember in bad times...

Cheers!!