"a child can teach an adult three things: to be happy for no reason, to always be busy with something, and to know how to demand with all his might that which he desires." - Paulo Coelho. this proves to be really right after my current stay with baby. the way she cries when she refuses to go for shower, the way she laughs when we play, the way she runs over when we take out her biscuits, the way she smiles and nods her head, and the way she is constantly into something, be it her toys, some books, or our mobile phones. this left me thinking, i was once her. i laughed and cried like she does, and what makes me different now? for what reasons are we hiding our nature self? the thoughts of realisation go ahhhhhh and i start smiling again, just like how she is smiling at me now. as we grow up, we learn to hide our feelings. to be strong, tough, and independent. we hide the tears as it is a symbol of weakness. we cover up the scars we had with the smiling mask. we fake a smile...