I had recently started giving home tuition to two brothers in my free time. The younger one was thirteen years old—bright, curious, and the kind of kid who didn’t need much help because he usually studied all on his own.
One afternoon, I finished preparing a small test for him and left him in the room to write his answers while I went to teach his older brother in the next room. After about fifteen minutes, I came back to check on him.
The moment I walked in, I stopped.
There he was—Diwakar—sitting in the strangest position imaginable. His head was bent forward, almost touching the table, his notebook pushed close to his face, and his shoulders lifted like he was wearing some invisible gear.
I couldn’t help laughing.
“Diwakar, what on earth are you doing!?” I asked.
He looked up at me with the biggest, brightest grin, completely unbothered by how funny he looked.
“Didi, did you know?” he began excitedly, “When I write answers like this, I get superpowers! I can write super fast!”
His eyes sparkled as he dramatically added,
“I feel like a superhero! Umm… I can be called… yes… THE HELMET MAN!”
I laughed even more. His innocence, his imagination, and the confidence with which he declared himself a superhero—everything was just too pure.
In that moment, I realized how beautiful childhood is. No filters, no hesitation, just simple joy and creativity in the smallest things.
Such innocence… :’)
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