Pure joy is...

....when an infant accepts my outstretched arms and laughs when I make funny faces and sounds. Because, it has no expectations. More so, because, I know that I cannot influence it. So when a baby, even for a moment, smiles at me, it is smiling at that minute, small, imperceptible innocence that is left in me.

Isn't it like that knows like?

Comments

Rohan said…
Its really nice. . bt i din get d last line. . like like???
3:56 AM
!! Oxymoron !! said…
@Rohan

Hi Rohan, thanks for your comment. What I meant by the last line was that it's innocence (the baby) that can identify innocence (the trace of innocence left in us). Hope that made sense!
8:28 AM
Rohan said…
Oh yes.. Thanx 4 clearin it up. . btw do u mind if i use it?? In ur name only. .
9:10 AM
!! Oxymoron !! said…
Yes Rohan, you may use it if backtracked/credited to my blog.
6:15 PM
Emily said…
Nice post, I really know what you mean!
12:17 AM
!! Oxymoron !! said…
@Emily

Thank you Emily :)
3:21 PM
jerardo hdzz. said…
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12:32 PM
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