Childhood Memories – Paramount days of my life
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Homie town – My childhood in my hometown
Tickling grass tuffs around my cot, enlightening sounds of avis setting mind happily reflecting a bright curve in lips and face sensing the breeze towards dawn sky. Overcoming my bed sitting I touch my feet on moist soil with warmness of granny’s coffee between my palms setting my eyes over crystal clear dew in amidst of our cultivating land- The depicted picture of heaven
Concluding my coffee, I employ my legs all along the aisles of lands meanwhile investigating the growth of crops mainly the barley ones and rotating the motors on in favour of water bringing in to the crops departing me paralyzed by the mesmerising smell of water raging the soil by the effect of actinomycetes as biology said.
Roving all over the streets with three wicked sovereigns beside me help me to prod the soil hastily to plant a tree and for exhuming the dead earthworms and snails ending up with muddy clothes. Not only this, being a troop we also wrangle with scores of others from corner to corner and savouring the fruits of other’s private ground without their acquaintance, testing the chameleon effect of varying colours and playing like mafia group unit with a play gun in hand portrays us similar to GANGSTERS.
Once ,if our stomach begins its siren for food we will go to our private garden to have coconut water along with ice-apple from toddy palms to refresh us with pristine energy to cope up with the sun .Climbing the pinnacle of the tree to get stone mangoes and also for tasting the tatted tamarinds whose sourness will make our head numbs with their seeds lastly to throw at the passerby and hiding our self in the trunk of the tree with our mouths shut to keep our giggling sounds under the warps and also rubbing those seeds against the floor which results in steamy seed to place upon the chair – TIT FOR TAT.
Making our tummy full, our work proceeds with the cattle farm including the supply of pressed oil seeds to cows and cleaning them up with a coconut brittle brush pulling away the pest from their body of scrub and making the place sterile free from their waste products till evening. When the sun bids good bye from us we starts to depart into the pool of water in our garden by pulling each other legs under water as sometimes others will scream their soul out to help them and others diving themselves in the water till the moon shines its face in that pool. As once the moon’s light penetrates our garden we have our dinner in the shiny grass and with a glass of milk we will set our path to our bed to rest our body with a waiting for the next day with full hope .
THE DAYS WHICH STAYS FOREVER IN MY HEART.
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