Memories are made of this - the wonder years
I must have spent quite some time …….
Standing at the window and watching the rain patter down
And then form fast flowing rivulets, at the corner of the garden.
Staring up at the sky, at kites being flown with such dexterity by friends
A skill- which for some reason , I failed to master
At eagles soaring and then swooping down in a death-defying dive
As we threw scraps of food from a first-floor veranda in school.
Looking for chameleons in the bushes on hot summer afternoons
And then stringing them together on twine – Grose!
Eating meals at a snail’s pace, while attempting to dispose of the vegetables I detested
In the bushes nearby!
Waking to a shrill alarm & going for morning runs at the crack of dawn
Just to drink cold sweet water from a favourite well, on the way home.
Sitting in cycle rickshaws to and from school- while admiring the world in slow motion
Rather repetitive, but of so interesting.
Travelling by crowded trains, and thoroughly enjoying the hustle and bustle of the journey
Although I suffered quite badly with travel sickness- a paradox of sorts.
Once trying to copy from a brighter student in a Hindi exam
And failing miserably in the attempt – his promises to help, were fake
Playing seven tiles on tree lined avenues with friends
And striking the tiles with precision time and time again.
Making tea for the family – the boiling the brewing, the pouring and the serving
Strangely, it was something I quite enjoyed .
Drinking mugs full of Horlicks, Complan, and whatever else
In an attempt to put on weight, as I was unbelievably skinny.
Writing pages of ‘I will not talk in class’
As a punishment for distracting others – ‘unintentionally’!
Learning to ride the bicycle for some obscure reason on a slope
And scraping almost every part of my body till I was successful.
Playing Caroms, Ludo, Draughts, and Chinese checkers
I prided myself on being pretty good in all.
Serving mass in our parish church as often as possible
It had its distinct advantages as well!
I could tell you more
But secrets are not meant to be shared !
Simple pastimes - amazing memories
Time well spent
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