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I want those days back..

‘This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’

I have plentiful of childhood memories that I can even write a whole book about them. All my sweet and salty memories are around my family and my friends. I often narrate those stories (even repeatedly) to my husband and get nostalgic. What a time that was!

A funny incidence I remember is when I got lost in a crowded fair. It was a village fair which used to be so big that reaching home from there was kind of impossible for a 6 years old kid. I somehow managed to reach my grandparent’s home with taking help from a milk man. He made me sit on his cycle and dropped to my grandparent’s place.  My parents spent whole 2 hours searching for me anxiously there. Phones were very rare those days so they came back to my grandparent’s home hopelessly. I was already there and as Amma(my mother) found me sitting inside, she hugged me and thanked God loudly. I was as selfish as a child; I was feeling happy that I got lost at least for some time. I was on top of the world without even thinking that something bad could have happened to me. All my family members were applauding for me as I managed to came back safely from a huge fair. Everyone was attending to me only which was making my younger sister feel envious.  

My sister, Sona, has always been a jolly girl, always smiling and always looking fresh like a flower. We both used to enjoy a lot during our childhood time. We never had any big fight and till now she is the one whom I miss every day. Sona was little rebellious in nature in her childhood so she used to get more scolding from Amma(my mother). When Sona was in class 7th, Amma started teaching her how to clean utensils. She decided that Sona would clean evening tea cups (only 3) every day. But Sona kept on avoiding it with giving a new excuse every day. Now Amma decided to teach her a lesson. One day Amma cooked pakoras for us. She served it to Papa and me in plates. But she gave 4-5 pakoras in my sister’s palm. When she asked why not in the plate, Amma explained him the importance of cleaning utensils. She said to my sister that if she couldn’t clean them, she couldn’t use them. Papa and I were laughing over Sona’s situation. She had hands full of pakoras but was unable to eat them. She got a lifelong lesson from Amma.

There are many more such tales that I cherish and get happily sentimental. As a child, I always wanted to grow up, but now I realize that broken toys and lost pencils were much better than busy friends and hassles of today’s fast life. I miss all those moments whenever I recall them. However, I would say a part of it is still with me right now in the form of my son. As my son is growing, I am also living my childhood days again.





These few lines are best to explain the time 'when I was a child':

My childhood was the time when I was innocent…
when the world seemed to be fair….
when my universe was around my toys...

My childhood was the time when I lived in dreams…
when everyone was selfless …
when everyone appeared to be a friend...

My childhood was the time when my life was full of colors…
when sorrows never knocked my door..
When smile was gift presented to everyone...

My childhood was the time when love was pure…
when there were no obligations…
when tenderness prevailed... 

My childhood was the time which is long gone…
I get emotional when I go back in memory lane…
That beautiful childhood will never come back but…
I wish the child in me will always remain the same...




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