She took the sketch pen and asked for a notebook.
Then opening the page, what do you want me to draw?, she asked.
I smiled.
I asked her to draw an elephant, a cat, a fish, moon, star, sun, dot, monster and she drew all of them in no time, one after the other asking, what next?
And, she drew all of them nonchalantly, asking for more things to draw.
All of 2.5 years old, every drawing was same as the other.
The dot was indistinguishable from the fish or the monster or the elephant.
But she did not care.
She was doing something very serious - she was drawing for me - and there was no fear of failure.
Most of all I loved her self confidence in trying.
And I wonder where we lose it in the fear of failure.
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