Everyone is an art

The canvas was filled with most erratic patterns and colors. No one around her could make out what the 11 year old Zua painted. Her parents had asked her many times but she just would not tell. Instead she would just smile and continue with her drawings. Her father had the most liking for Zua's art, so he kept providing all the materials that he could. An ardent admirer ,her distant observer. They were about to have a new guest, who would stay with them for 4 days. Sambhav knocked on their door.
"Hello Uncle, Hello Aunt - Where is Zua?" Sambhav said in an excited tone.
"Hurray-Puffffff-Burrrrr here is my favorite brother. I have to show you everything" Zua came running and shouting on top of her voice. Zua didn't have her own brother and Sambhav was closest to her.
"So you have been busy painting!" Sambhav remarked.
"Yes and this time i have done so many of them." Zua showed Sambhav 18 of her drawings. "Wow they sure are a lot Cheeku." Sambhav said.
Sambhav was determined to find out what the little Zua was actually trying to make. All the drawings were dissimilar and unique. Some had lines criss crossing,some had a single color background,some had many colors and one had a particular stair going up in the air. The stair painting also had walls on top and bottom of the stairs, just like a sandwich with the walls being the bread and the stair being the stuffing. Sambhav didn't have any problem understanding this one as the first time he could interpret one of Zua's drawings.
"Looks like in this painting someone is trying to reach to the top." Sambhav said in a confident tone.
"No. How can he reach to the top when there are walls on the top and bottom." Zua said.
Sambhav couldn't believe but Zua actually made sense. Suddenly it struck to him that the paintings could depict a persons state of mind or a person himself.
"But now i know that the person is a "he". And also that the person is trying to climb up or down.I also know that all these drawings are about people and their state of mind" Sambhav said.
"Wow, so you got it right. I knew that you would understand. But you also need to guess who this painting is about?". Zua said.
"It must be about your father or that boy that you like -humn humn!!" Sambhav said overjoyed.
"NOOO ... He is a little young for me." Zua said smiling. They both started laughing. Talk about who is young Sambhav thought.
"So who is it about?" Sambhav thought while Zua was fiddling with his hair.
"Its about me,isn't it?" Sambhav said conclusively.
"Yes indeed, and i wont tell you what it means. You have to figure out on your own." Zua said.

Sambav kept the drawing and started to look at others during the course of his stay. He knew why Zua made that painting. He often told her about his problems while he was away, and most of the times the problems were self created. Although he was amazed by the accurate representation. The same night he took a sheet from Zua's paint book and started to think in the same lines as that 11 year kid. He realized that "everyone" is indeed an art. He wanted to draw a picture of Zua, her thoughts. It was so hard, much harder than he imagined.

Summary
Children are good at reading people, they spend most of their time analyzing them. They analyze them with facts - very broad facts - very accurate facts. For them the rate of application of knowledge is much higher , for us the input rate of knowledge exceeds our application which makes us ineffective. On the other hand Grown ups also have in built prejudice driving their conscience ,leading to a very detailed but sometimes highly inaccurate judgement. The prejudice that has built up over the years from listening and learning from grown-ups,teachers,parents,friends etc. Prejudice is the complexity of a solution or idea , which should be converted to simplicity of thought.
The next time i make an important decision i will sure consult a child.

Inspiration
My cousin sister. I still have a painting which she made for me. I cant stop her from growing up, but i wish her prejudice is not like mine.