The title of the post has been inspired from a novel. I have included a small passage from the novel to signify the title and the innocence hidden in it. Childhood was full of excitements, and I believe, we should maintain that now as well, right? I mean, why not? Do you like to be old and dull?
(For those who have never heard of this book: Heidi is story of a small girl’s power for good and her idyllic existence with her gruff grandfather in the Alps mountains.) Anyways, here’s the little extract I wanted to share -
Heidi was again sitting on the ground, silently gazing at the blue bell-shaped flowers, as they glistened in the evening sun, for a golden light lay on the grass and flowers, and the rocks above were beginning to shine and glow. All at once she sprang to her feet, “Peter! Peter! everything is on fire! All the rocks are burning, and the great snow mountain and the sky! Oh, look, look! the high rock up there is red with flames! Stand up, Peter! See, the fire has reached the great bird’s nest, look at the rocks! look at the fir trees! everything is on fire!”
“It is always like that,” said Peter composedly, continuing to peel his stick; “but it is not fire.”
“What is it then?” cried Heidi, as she ran backwards and forwards to look first at one side and then at the other, for she felt she could not have enough of such a beautiful sight.
“It gets like that of itself, and it happens everyday,” explained Peter.
Heidi was not satisfied with this one-line explanation but she was excited about the fact that it happens everyday. So later that day, she gave an account of the whole day to her grandfather and particularly described the fire that had burst out everywhere in the evening.
The grandfather explained to her that it was the sun that did it. “When it says goodnight to the mountains he throws his most beautiful colors over them, so that they may not forget him before he comes again the next day.“
Heidi was delighted with this explanation, and could hardly bear to wait for another day to come that she might once more climb up with the goats and see how the sun bade goodnight to the mountains.
[Reference - "Heidi" by Johanna Spyri
(One of my favorite childhood fictions)]
The Heidi story is about the life in the Alps, but my picture shows Himalayas. Lots of difference I know, but beauty is the same!