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Sweet memories...

    I read a beautiful poem on childhood on FB today and it instantly brought back memories of my past,  my childhood - a time that seems to have lost some where. In our struggle to survive our present and build a secure future, we completely forget that golden period of our past that will never come back; a time which, when we think about, brings a smile and some tears and a longing, a yearning, to go back and relive it, all over again.
   Right now, as I reminisce about those halcyon days, there are a countless things that I would love to go back for...and bring back  a fistful, if I could!! I will start with my list of priceless memories....feel free to add some of your own!

The innocence
The simplicity of life
The carefree days
Days full of laughter and a few tears
Tears that mum wiped away with the end of her pallu
Mom's  warm and comforting hug that  drove away our fears

Mom's bed time stories
Mom's lovingly baked cake....simple and the best in the world
A mom's-hug a day that kept the doctor away
SImple outfits stitched by mum that made me feel like a princess
Mom's stern look and then her gentle rebuke
All my ridiculous wishes that mom fulfilled...( Boy! She has been the epitome of patience! )
Being with mom 24X7

Dad...the rough and tough super hero who could do it all
Dad's indulgence
Long drives  with dad on his two-wheeler
Dad's stories of his childhood
Dad's scoldings.....some of those!!
Dad's swivel chair in his office and those colourful phones on his table
Sitting in that chair and feeling on top of the world

Bro.....my little bro
Fights with my little bro
Katti-batti with him and my friends
Teasing, pinching. tickling till we died of laughter
Sweet, sweet bro, who would fight with mom-dad to let me in and forgive me for having stayed out too long

Finding earthworms for our fish tank
Bro.. teaching me how to pick up those worms to feed the fish
My pet rabbit and that cute little fish tank
Crying along with my bro when the fish and the rabbit left us

Sweet and simple games of those days..
Chhippi-langdi, attya-pattya, lagori....
And the really beautiful doll with those blinking eyes and the golden hair
And those cute doll clothes
Playing outdoors till dusk
And getting scolded for being out for so long!

Begging mum for those (god-awful) ice-lollies
(Thank god, she didn't allow us to lay our hands on that stuff)
Summer vacations spent with the cousins
Train travels to those far off places
The adventurous train journeys
And the bus journeys, too
And again...MOM, DAD and BRO
I miss them so

Why can't I think of anything else?
It all seems so hazy....
But, how I wish I could go back....just once more....and relive my sweet childhood...
rekindle those sweet memories!


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