Mid way through one of my flights of fantasy a wandering thought broke my reverie. Do parents narrate those bed time tales to their toddlers anymore? Or are the little ones growing up so fast and responsive that now everything is a click away from them too?
Are those stories soon to be long forgotten? The shrewd barber or the lying shepherd or the mountain troll who was fooled? Do the children still believe in magic or they know the obvious?
What about those grand parents who would cajole a child to have his meal in exchange of a new tale? Would the sultry summer evenings never resound with astonished wows and ooohhhs from the munchkins who would marvel at how intelligent Gopal Bhar or Birbal is?
The book stores display mouth watering goodies for children. There is a lot that technology has to offer them.
Yet stories and narrating one is an art, a means to strengthen the parent-child bond. They listen when you speak, why not make that a journey they would love to embark upon, run their imagination wild and learn to love the fantasies for once before they join the reality bandwagon? Because believe me, when they will be the adults in times that shall be sharper than today, they would thank you for sharing the key to the Wonderland.
Once upon a time....it has it's own charm
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