Childhood Innocence

Mmmmm..! Childhood..! The most important part of our life and a special one. We all have infinite memories of our childhood, but out of all those, that one story always remains special, the one that for years and years remains locked in our hearts.

Talking about my treasured memory of childhood, I remember how I used to desperately wait for the summer vacations, just that time of the year which was solely meant to play and have fun and my vacations were more special because of my dearest chachu who would visit us every year from “The United States”. So, during that time, the most favourite weekend spot for us was the beach and mainly because it was hardly 30 minutes away. Probably my childhood weekend spot has made me a huge beach lover since then. Playing in mud, sitting on camels and horses, making sand castles and floating my legs in the cold muddy water was the best summertime.

Back then, I was very fond of my chachu, maybe because he always got me so many gifts and chocolates. During our weekend spots, we used to often sit together gazing the beach and the sunset. Having never visited The United States, I would always with a hell of curiosity ask him the same question, “Chachu, how far is your home? How do we go there?” And I remember how tactically he used to fool me saying “Do you see the place where the water and the sky meet? Right there, is “The United States”, and once you walk for like 5 minutes, just towards the right side is my home.” And I would just jump with all that excitement, dreaming one day I will cross the beach and reach your home to surprise you. Chachu’s fooling game would always work on me..!

Today, almost 15 years later, while I am here, in “The United States”, seating across the beach, watching the sky and the sunset. I look up in the sky and still ask him the same question. But this time, it is “Chachu. how far is India? how far is my home?” And even from the sky, he shines and playfully fools me, saying “Do you see the place where the water and the sky meet? That’s the place where India is, and once you walk for 15 minutes, on the left is your home” And I smile at him in the sky, wondering how innocently he still makes me feel his presence and makes me believe in him one more time.

This incident is deeply rooted in my heart, and many such incidents make me realize how our elders would graciously make us believe in all their sweet lie’s. The lie’s that were innocent and have taught us some very important childhood lessons. The lessons, that in adulthood make us trace down the memory lane, back to the childhood, to the old golden days, to the lie’s, to the fooling games and to all the icy memories that have made a place deep within our heart.

P.S: Childhood Innocence and baked memories still remain the best. The beats of childhood still make the heart thump a little more.

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The Dilemma of every Girl next door..!

A bright sunny morning filled with love, laughter, smiles, happiness, colours and beautiful decor. It was one of those days, where everything seemed to be vibrant and colourful.

A girl in her mid 20’s dressed up in a beautiful yellow saree, adorned with a garland of marigold was all set for her marriage rituals. The big day of her life, the day which would change her life upside down. Her eyes sparkled as she smiled at everyone around her, though being excited about the grand evening, deep inside she seemed to be lost. Lost in her kingdom of thoughts, her worries were always covered with a twinkling smile on her curvy lips. She joyfully danced to the tunes of rituals and laughter with all her loved ones.

Her heart thumped faster when she finally was done with her morning ceremonies and was now about to get dressed up as “The Bride” for the grand evening. In between all the glittery blushers and lipsticks, her mind seemed to dig down the memory lane where she had been living throughout her life until now. Right from hanging on dad’s shoulder and learning to walk, from riding her first bicycle to driving her first car, from getting dressed in mom’s saree and now owning a one of her own, from kindergarten to college, everything seemed to be a flashback for her. From bed to closet, from address change to surname change, from getting up to mom’s pampering and then waking up to responsibilities she was anxious about all the dramatic changes of life.

And just then, someone uttered “Ohhh my God, you look so beautiful”, right at that moment from her past to her present, she wore a smile again. The bride-to-be started glowing and daydreaming about the new chapter of life. The chapter where she would be accompanied by someone day in and out, where every day would be a new start, where life would revolve around each other.

Dressed in the most graceful attire, she stood right in front of her parents. They could not take their eyes off from their not so little girl and the only thing they whispered with teary eyes was “Our little child, the wedding dress, the jewellery, the henna on your hand and the unstoppable smile on your lips makes you the most beautiful girl, a girl whom we love the most and we will continue loving you more and more”. Their words made her nerves weak and she hugged them like never before. Moments of happiness were now covered under a cloud of emotions, the emotions that were hard to express but were worth living for. And she realized, now that house would no longer be addressed as her house but would rather be addressed as “Her parent’s house” and while she took every step out of that place, the place where she entered as a kid and was leaving now as someone’s “wife to be” made her more nervous.

As she entered the beautiful venue decorated with a wreath of aromatic flowers, her nervousness flew away and her face was now covered with excitement and waves of smiles. While in her mind, she was sailing with high and low tides of emotions, she was very well aware of the present moment. The moment where even a drop of tear from her eye would be an end to everyone’s happiness and a grin on her lips would rejoice everyone’s face with sparkles of happiness. And to make the moment most special for everyone, all that she chose was to blow away her worries and to be as crazy as she could be.

From being a daughter to someone’s wife, she learned, she smiled, she cried and she made the most out of her most important day.

 

 

And It’s my Fable..

Hurricane ..!! ‘I am 25‘ she realized, while she was in midst of her fairy tale dreams.

With this appal she woke up in fright,the sun beamed upon her face, her gaze was locked onto the cloudless sky, her heartbeats ran at the speed of a shooting star and her body was damp.Moving out of her fantasized world was the last thing she thought she could achieve.

She relaxed for a while , and just when her heartbeats sank a little, she exclaimed :

I can still be in my fancy world..There’s no one to stop me yet..I am 25 but that does not stop me from dreaming of a world which belongs to ME..!!” 

Right from her childhood she had always heard about A Perfect Life, Future Castle, Sand dunes, Prince Charming and so on. All this beautiful tales made her feel that she could possibly build a castle of her dreams.

She always saw people giving gloomy opinions about “Fairy tale world and blooming Fantasies”. Everyone around, poked her for accepting the fact that “Fairy tale is a MYTH, and she should better stop dreaming about it.” But for her it wasn’t so.

For her it wasn’t a fabricated fable, but it was more of reality. Although she thought of things which were way out of her world, but it was all about how dreams and imaginations could be turned into truth. She was emotional about her fancy imaginations but she was strong.She knew practical world might be different from virtual but she was ready to accept it.

A girl with fierce, a girl with sensitive mind and a girl with polite heart.She was a perfect combination of everything that could be asked for. She always had a belief:

“Fairy tale or the Imaginations or the Fantasies:”

Gives us a lens to see the world in a startling new way. Help us to see our lives not only as they are, but as they could be (or perhaps should be). It touches us in their most signature way by how we experience their endings : that are sudden, shocking, joyful, sad, adventurous that washes over us in the miraculous grace  which is

Grace of LIFE..!!!’