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You brought me a New Set of Eyes

After a too hectic fortnight, finally settled on the expanded couch with my three year old to watch the re run of The Revenge of Fallen-Transformer, on lazy Sunday.
Some times to think of out, our childhood was pretty deprived in the sense that we never had such movies in those times. Wonderful theme, wonderful performance and marvellous dialogues like ," Sam, fate rarely chooses us at the time of our choosing." I believe such words are way too portions for the age at which the movie is targeted but out would be wonderful if kids at that age could put some mind about it, to pause and ponder. I sometime do feel many of these jewels I would have missed, had it not been for my daughter. As she grows and get little selective about movies she wants to watch on Sunday mornings, I have already started missing those popcorn laden Sundays, she to my surprise refused to go watch Batman last weekend in favour of shopping trip with her mother. I do wonder in a tiny sorrow as feminist traits stepping into her kiddy world draws her away as she behind liking the pink and things like that.
In between we stumbled on the digital frame with her old pictures, set it up to see one again her hairless head and toothless grin. Need to collate some more pictures and populate the frame. It just reminded me of new set eyes which I had gained for years back that made me watch a whole new set of movies which I never thought existed, starting from Kung fu Panda, and which made the world around me so vivid in colours and so resplendent in a new light.


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