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Innocence...

                             Children, the souls with utmost innocence. We all are children once, but we are not innocent now, not most of us. What changed us, our perspective, upbringing, experiences, society? Each shaped us into the person who we are now. But where did the innocence go, is it deep inside urging to be free again? or it just lost in search of ourselves? 

                             Ragu, a four-year-old, cries every day complaining when his sister, 2 months baby, does not speak with him. Manu, my cute little brother tells me he is the Hanuman and does not let anyone hurt me whenever I cry. Ammu, my little cousin, try to jump into water whenever she sees a pool so she can turn into mermaid. 

                             Their innocence makes me fall in love with the world. It makes me wonder if we did not lose our innocence how beautiful this world may be? Okay I am not saying we should not realize mermaids are true, babies cannot speak. What I am trying to say is having that innocent heart to believe everything and everyone.

Innocence makes you laugh like a child, love like a child, cry like a child, sleep like a child, fight like a child, dance like a child, live like a child. Is not innocence beautiful? 

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