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Questions, Answers and Givens.

Ever wondered what a 5-year old thinks of your most valued possessions? Or, take, for example, your consideration for the favourite toy of your little ones. My 7-year old cousin plays with her dolls almost everyday. Her favorite possession, i suppose. Garden trees, her favorite spot. You will find her there almost everytime she is angry with someone or is 'upset' because of her friends' behavior. Two days of non-stop chatter and play with her and i had my own' when-upset-sit-here-alone' place, a broken laptop (my ex-most valued possession, and a new worry.
Well once every day, this kid exclaimed, " We are going to see the moon now!" or " The sun! hurray!" I had serious doubts on the origin of such statements leave alone the excitement. So i take her out to get some of her favorite ice cream. The last thing i wanted to hear, " Are going to see the moon?" is what she said. Surprised at my response, I began to feel the world, look at it from the eyes of the creator.
So given is the beauty of nature that our questions belong to the unnatural and answers to the superpowers of man alone.

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