On our way to school as we turned into Main St., Sehar saw a little mountain knocking at her outside the car window. Its then that she asked me THE QUESTION. "Mumma, how are mountains made?"
Now, I love the mountains and marvel at their eternity and their ability to make you look small but nothing in those emotions ever prepared me to answer this question. So, I decided to stump Sehar this time with a question as an answer - "So Sehar, what do you think mountains are made of?"
Sehar obviously had her take on the issue, like she always has on everything - "Mumma, mountains can be made of anything.. Like sometimes, mountains are made of snow, sometimes of sand.. Sometimes we can make them with leaves and jump on them and sometimes of flowers and smell them.. Sometimes you can put stones together and sometimes draw it on the paper like a triangle"..
Simple yet profound.. And all I could hear was the crunching of the leaves and the many drawings on the board I made as a kid... We made mountains everyday, climbed them, broke them and then made them again. Mountains never tired us, they were neither eternal nor did they ever make us look small... They were there to be made and scaled and remade........
As I heard her I decided to climb my little mountain that day. And my mountain that day was made of words. As the words popped in my head and I typed on the screen, I realised I had so many more mountains to create everyday... For mountains can be made of anything...
So which mountain did you make today?
P.S: Please answer with your mountain's details :) Should be fun!
Now, I love the mountains and marvel at their eternity and their ability to make you look small but nothing in those emotions ever prepared me to answer this question. So, I decided to stump Sehar this time with a question as an answer - "So Sehar, what do you think mountains are made of?"
Sehar obviously had her take on the issue, like she always has on everything - "Mumma, mountains can be made of anything.. Like sometimes, mountains are made of snow, sometimes of sand.. Sometimes we can make them with leaves and jump on them and sometimes of flowers and smell them.. Sometimes you can put stones together and sometimes draw it on the paper like a triangle"..
Simple yet profound.. And all I could hear was the crunching of the leaves and the many drawings on the board I made as a kid... We made mountains everyday, climbed them, broke them and then made them again. Mountains never tired us, they were neither eternal nor did they ever make us look small... They were there to be made and scaled and remade........
As I heard her I decided to climb my little mountain that day. And my mountain that day was made of words. As the words popped in my head and I typed on the screen, I realised I had so many more mountains to create everyday... For mountains can be made of anything...
So which mountain did you make today?
P.S: Please answer with your mountain's details :) Should be fun!
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