A cute trouble...

Yesterday when I boarded on train I was welcomed by one of the most beautiful smile in the world. It was very cute, innocent, graceful, pleasant. The beam was from a six months old baby on my bay. Whenever I noticed him he dimpled at me with an ineffable joy. His mom had very tough time to manage his mischievous pranks. When she showed signs of anger he just managed to appease her with just one boisterous laugh. She fell for it,not once or twice but every time. I guess only babies have the ability or freedom or innocence to laugh at angry faces. Whenever I smiled at him, he just curled himself on his mother's lap with such a verve and joy. I couldn't understand that but that was funny. Babies have their own world, their own meaning for each and every actions. We cannot interpret that, but every little thing they do gives us a glimpse of what their world is !!!

It was time to sleep and I settled in my berth listening to music as the lights were still on. Finally, the lights went off and when I was about to sleep I heard a loud noise. "O my god !!! whats wrong",I rose swiftly from my place and witnessed the "cute-smiling-baby" slowly turning into a "cry-baby". His mom was fast asleep(her shift was over I guess !!). His dad soothed him and somehow got him somnolent. Does the story end here?????

No!!! There it was , a loud war cry from the bay on the right followed by even more louder war cry from the bay on the left. War of babies !!!!! At this point our first baby got really aroused and swiftly got into action" Voices louder than mine !!noooooooooo..I am innn!!!" . I have to accept ,he fought back really well with loud continuous cry. Now the dad's or in other words "the pacifists" took their positions and tried to pacify the warriors ( Did you notice..Night shifts belong to dads !!!Moms were fast asleep even amidst the battle..hmm...gifted beings ) . I was eagerly expecting one moment, the meeting of the pacifists !!! It finally happened. Their eyes spoke their grief, not the words. All the three turned their heads at the same time to look at their sleeping beauties (wives) and then looked at each other that said "Dude!!! same here..pity you".Then they got back to their work.

All the warriors had a good long cry. And what I was doing ???. Just sitting in my berth with my legs folded thinking and grinning at my fate. Occasionally trying to guess if any kind of symphony or tunes or remixes can be made out of the sounds. I REALLY ENVY PEOPLE WHO CAN SLEEP COMFORTABLY IN ANY GIVEN SITUATION !!! Its an art and they are blessed with it.