Slice of Life: A Collection of Micro tales

Thunder lightning

A few months back it was a heavily rainy day in Ahmadabad. The dark sky was thundering loudly. I was driving the car to the school to get my daughter. I thought, my six-year-old daughter, must be scared by loud thundering and lightning.

When I reached there, I saw her inside the school building with her group of friends—all were smiling at the sky with closed eyes—waiting for lightning to flash. Seeing all cute kids wrapped up into a colorful raincoat with hoods on—brought smile on my face.

I called her name and she ran to me calling, 'Daddy...'

I took her school bag and cradled her.

I asked her, "Why you all were smiling at the sky?? Is it a kind of game or what?"

She giggled like a melodious bell, "No daddy, God is taking our pictures so we need to look good that is why..."

I laughed and thought to myself, Life is so simple when we are kid. We make it complicate as we grow old.