His observations ...

He was nature lover. Maybe Wordsworth of his life....imaginary life. He loved to observe every single thing . Maybe all those observations were somehow helpful to his imaginations and the questions of his mind. His mind was a platter of confusions and he was sometimes done with them

It's obvious when you don't get completion to your thoughts and he heard somewhere that writing helps to get out of it but unfortunately he was not capable of writing them ,reason was he never find words to express those thoughts.

Definitely it get worse when you find faces in sky, in trees, in sand, in water ,in falling leaves of autumn, in growing flowers of spring, in rain of monsoon,in sunlight of hot summers,in darkness of night,in morning sunbeam. It irritates you when you have emotional cocktail . You don't know whether you are loving it or hating it, your are sad or you are happy , even if you want to cry , whether you should cry in anyone's company or alone. You definitely can't help with it when you care about every individual around you. It's not always peaceful. Sometimes you need them hard and sometimes you want to get rid of them, It's not because you hate them but you don't want to hurt them

was this all that child was going through at age of 5 . He must not be called as child . How can he think in that way. He is just only 5. Why people don't count those days , hours, minitues, seconds which are making him up to 6 or 7 or 8 or 9 or 10 and so on. Every second is responsible of making up his mind. His confused mind platter is continued without being the concern of rest of the people.