Ringa Ringa Roses

Me along with my family were travelling to grandpa's house. I was completely excited that I'm going to meet my cousins. But my son was neither happy nor sad, he was showing no change in reaction.

I asked him, " Aren't you happy about meeting your cousins?" He said "hmm.." I thought he was upset and i don't want to disturb him. Soon we reached the area. My heart completely filled with happiness as my old memories stoked it. We enjoyed the whole night by sharing all our old silly memories.

The next day morning we all thought that our children would play happily seeing the roses because we did that when we were kids. We all remembered keeping alarm on earning morning and rushing towards the rose plant to pick up roses. The one who picked most number of roses would be the hero of the day because our grand pa would appreciate us.

Grandpa would take required amount of roses to the temple and leave the rest with us to play. We would take that roses and put there petals into our pockets and play by singing Ringa Ringa roses. But shockingly none of our children were playing or even having enthusiasm to play. They all were playing as a team in mobile phone and not in outer surrounding. And kids under four years were seeing rhymes on the phone.

As a parent, we all realised our mistakes. We didn't allow them to play out as we thought that they would get injured but that reduced their stamina, their eye power, and their dreaming sense.