An Article – Down Memory Lane
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“Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man” – Rabindranath Tagore
All of us have moments in our childhood where we come alive for the first time and now we go back to those moments and realize “this is when I actually AM MYSELF”. Having a 2 year old is like having a blender that you don’t have the top for . It’s all on the floor and around the house. That’s exactly what my 2 brothers and I were for our Mom. May be 3 blenders at a time!!! lol
I now realize the trouble my mom had since my Dad was at work (I guess dad’s job was a very genuine excuse for running away from three brats at home).
Anyways, kids as known to all are cranky, stubborn and the list goes on and on…. They are a totally different world of their own. As I grew from 2-8 yrs that’s exactly where I DIDN’T fall into. I was known to be a quiet kid. This I tell with a little twinkle in my eyes, because I silently did stuff which put my mom in a very confusing state as to scold or encourage me and I am 100% sure you too will feel the same after you hear what I did at the age of 8.
It was my HAPPY BIRTHDAY and I wanted to look like Cinderella from the fairy tale I grew up listening to; and voila there stood my parents with a little pink frock, pink shoes and a studded pink clip. MY parents have always given me everything I wished for even before asking for it. They understood me so well. I reached school with a box of sweets for my friends. I was the centre of attraction with the little beautiful frock and I loved it. As the day passed I noticed this classmate of mine who was so fascinated by my frock that she couldn’t take her eyes off it and she commented “I like your dress, pink color so pretty”
I knew she couldn’t afford such a beautiful frock as she was the peon’s daughter. But my thoughts were clear. The day the frock was washed and folded neatly I hid it in my school bag and gave it to the girl without my Mom’s knowledge. I must say she was so happy with the pink frock.
This is not all; I’ve once invited the kids from my neighborhood for dinner. My mom was generous enough to cook a second round to feed all the hungry stomachs. Today I feel proud I made others happy only because of my innocence.
In my childhood, I used to press my nose to the pane, looking out. Now in my memories of childhood, I press my nose to the pane looking in and these memories will remain forever.
There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those with our parents. A month more for my marriage these and many more happy memories of my childhood will hang around my neck like a rainbow rather than gold which would fade away (The rates have crossed an all time of 29000 )
A married girl will always remain a child for her parents. At this stage only my happy childhood memories and my parent’s blessings will go with me. As it is said “If you carry your childhood with you, you never become old”.
This will be my formula for a happy new life ahead with a new person.
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