As a small child ,I was made to stay with my grand-parents for a major part of my childhood. I think it was the best part of my growing up. I was like a free bird with no restrictions on me. The whole world was there for the child in me to explore.I would built up the micro world of my own which was the prototype of the adult world.I was the householder and the master thereof.
The tall pine trees grew stately around me under the blue sky.The needle leaves shone like spears in the bright white light of the brilliant sun.I craved to touch the branches and pluck the dark big seeds hanging in bunches.The huge kikar trees grew thick and dense.The bunches of white blossoms hung heavy on the branches. I had to jump up a leap or two in order to pluck the luscious and soft bunches of white flowers,Even as a small child they created a deep joy of possession in me.I would finally pluck them bit by bit and turn them into some or the other piece of ornament.Gradually with the setting of sun i would proceed towards my home.
Later these experiences remained dormant and almost non-existent till I found myself stranded in a state of inertia when life's call had stalled and i was stuck in a neutral zone, where nothing mattered. There were no demands on my time and i was left on my own.The vast stretches of time had me in full.There was no pull of any sort.The time had lost its compulsions.The morning could meander into afternoon and the afternoon without a stir enter the evening.I was the constant factor in the moving time zones. We were two loners chasing each other away but inseparably together. And in such moments the only interface was my childhood memories which emerged as solid frames each distinct from the other glaring at me---the small girl with wide curious eyes -who saw the world before her then as an expansive vast domain where eternity was the rule not an exception.
The tall pine trees grew stately around me under the blue sky.The needle leaves shone like spears in the bright white light of the brilliant sun.I craved to touch the branches and pluck the dark big seeds hanging in bunches.The huge kikar trees grew thick and dense.The bunches of white blossoms hung heavy on the branches. I had to jump up a leap or two in order to pluck the luscious and soft bunches of white flowers,Even as a small child they created a deep joy of possession in me.I would finally pluck them bit by bit and turn them into some or the other piece of ornament.Gradually with the setting of sun i would proceed towards my home.
Later these experiences remained dormant and almost non-existent till I found myself stranded in a state of inertia when life's call had stalled and i was stuck in a neutral zone, where nothing mattered. There were no demands on my time and i was left on my own.The vast stretches of time had me in full.There was no pull of any sort.The time had lost its compulsions.The morning could meander into afternoon and the afternoon without a stir enter the evening.I was the constant factor in the moving time zones. We were two loners chasing each other away but inseparably together. And in such moments the only interface was my childhood memories which emerged as solid frames each distinct from the other glaring at me---the small girl with wide curious eyes -who saw the world before her then as an expansive vast domain where eternity was the rule not an exception.
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