Kittu’s  mom never wanted devil’s shadow falling upon her little one. Tradition had it that a kid should never see his/her reflection in the mirror. Kittu ran and hopped all around his place, rode on his tricycle, with the same enthusiasm as much his mother felt joy on delivering him. Sun rays behind passed through the slit of the window and casted a shadow of him on the tricycle albeit he could see none.

His family and loved ones could not see and perceive his joy and hope, which    he saw in the unseen. For the 3-year-old child had only lived the spectrum of light and not what the shadow left behind. He lived with eyes open what we live with eyes closed.


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