Blame the Gravity

Aditya was very sad when I returned back home from work. He looked dull and weak. I certainly knew that there was something wrong he did (or happened). After our usual greetings (Haaai Aditya....how are you? and how was your day? Did anything interesting happen today? Did you help anyone? Did anyone help you etc., etc.,) He patiently listened and answered only 'Yes' and 'No' to me. There was absolutely no energy in the answeres.

I raised his chin and asked him "Did something go wrong today?" He said "Yes...Appa..." I accidently dropped my (New) Pencil box and it broke into pieces. (This box was one of the flashy ones that was bought by Meera couple of weeks ago. Aditya was really proud having it with him because it had around 20 buttons...and each button would either open a door for a sharpner, or a sliding pencil slot, or a compass....or a thermometer etc., etc., All the kiddy gadgets were nicely packaged in it....sometimes I felt...a gadget....too much for this age :) ).

I was not happy hearing this. Then I asked him how it happened. He went on explaining about his part of story and I was really not convinced. Then I said "I want you to be little more responsible Aditya and I'm not convinced with the reasons. Everytime you end up breaking something like this and the answers are not convincing. You need to be little more careful in taking care of your things, now I'll give you 5 mins for you to think about it and tell me how it happened " I really wanted him to understand the aspect of taking good care of his things.

After few minutes he came back to me and said "Appa I think I found why it happened...!" I was very glad that he realized this. He continued and said...."Gravity!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!....Appa! I wouldn't have dropped the pencil box but for the Gravity. I think God created Gravity and he is at fault"

I was speachless....(yet another time). My anger started to fade and I gave him a tigggghhht hug.