A little beam of sunshine came into my office. Wearing a bright, yellow dress, a curious smile and bare feet, she entered. The gardener's daughter, the apple of his eye, whose favourite mode of travel is on her father's shoulders.
She arrived unannounced, early in the chilly, autumn morning, before the office was filled with people and their worries and anxieties.
I watched her enter the office, hesitant and curious. Looked around, while the sweeper was busy cleaning the office for another usual day. She clambered one of the chairs, twirled around, picked up the knick-knacks scattered around. The most routine things seemed to amaze her no end. Eyes picking the details with utmost joy.
As the people started coming in, she went away, as quietly as she had come. But she left her sparkle, a few grains of her innocence and a smile on my lips.
