The eyes of curiosity

The eyes of curiosity...

While I was on my way to my hometown.. Via train... A small boy of age 7/8.. Was sitting in front of me... He was constantly staring out of the window ... Although he wasn't speaking anything.. But his eyes were speaking about his curiosity... Even a simple tree was full of wonders for him...
Everytime he saw something unique...
He spoke... "Mom, what's that?"
But his mom was busy with another female passanger... Even though, he was asking continuously...
"Look at that tree on the top of mountain..."
As I spoke to him he was confused First...
Then that confusing expression changed into scared one... He hold his mom's hand and then tried to hide behind her...
But in few moments... A smile came on his face.. Then he said...
"I'll get there one day... How cool will be that...
I'll be able to see the whole city.."
"That'll be great..."
Suddenly he said with joy... And curiosity..
"Those trees with black stem are really beautiful"
"Yes they surely are..."

And the conversation continues...

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