young or old enough

Robin Sharma says "smell the air ,see all the details -the more precise the better".A few books change your life wonderfully well. These days I find myself enjoying each and every moment in life to the utmost. Every small beautiful moment experienced leaves me rejuvenated, it could be as simple as the raindrops or the dew laden leaves. An underway bridge separates Akurdi from Ravet in Pune due to the railway lines. There are three underway bridges leading to Ravet at a distance of half a kilometer but as these are quite old and ill maintained it is usually filled with rain water or sewage water at times. Due to urbanization the place is undergoing a rapid development and people have started finding residential buildings more accessible to Hinjewadi from this place. It was the fifth day of Ganesh Utsav yesterday and many of the Ganpati idols were being trundled along the subway in cars and other large vehicles. The subway got jammed due to the vehicles moving either way ,all of a sudden I saw a twelve year old boy manage the traffic in the filthy area running along showing way ,halting and moving cars with his hands waving vigorously trying to decongest the traffic with all his might.There was a total obedience to his gestures, there was a charisma in the child which no adult had..He was a mere volunteer in the Ganesh festival .An astonishingly exquisite personality. Wish we had many more beautiful people like the the little boy who could revamp humanity through his generosity of spirit.He saved time and gained the goodwill of people .

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