Seasons of my life

Helllooo! :)

It’s totally like a flashback :) I’m a grown up now :) That’s exactly what I always wanted to be when I was young. All the while I would think when will I grow old, when will I go to college.

Here it is… 

But no I want to get back to my childhood now! There was too much innocence and too much of masti.. Anything mischief you do, just one innocent expression and the issue is done.

Wo bhi kya din the..:) Kuch bhi karo sab maaf hain.. aur ab sirf holi pe khete hain. Holi bura na mano..:P

 

It is a story when I was too young. Then the summer time was much awaited than birthdays. :) I lived in a joint family when I was young. It was a huge family and my dad had 8 siblings. :) Imagine all of them would come home with their kids.

I remember those days would start with all mommies giving us glasses of milk and tell - "If you drink milk you will become a strong girl" But still we wouldn't drink then would come their magic wand "If you want to become like your dad then drink" then one gulp and its all inside..:) I miss them all!

Playing caroms like national players and fighting over the fact others took the Rani (the red coin). Then having yummy meals with all the possible imaginative stories. :P If I would waste food then my granny would say many stories to me like - "On every grain of rice ram ram karke it will be written" I would be like where it is I can’t see. :P

Now comes something that I miss the most. During evening time we used to play outdoor games like hide and seek running around trees. What an experience it was! The breezy air from so many trees used to make our experience even more lovely and pleasant. Also, we used to fight for our turn to water all the plants in the garden. Watering the plants oh my god! That would be like first come first serve. :)

The fights of the day would start there. :) How I wish I could get back those days! All of us would sit down and relish basket full of mangoes. And the maids would water the complete balcony :)

All of us would choose our selective mangoes, wash them and just hooooooggg. :) We all would play 5 stones, pallanguzhi, aaaw! I miss all of them.

Trying to drape mom's saree and look at the mirror feeling good. :) I know every girl does that. No matter how pathetic I used to drape, still my mum would say ‘Manchiga undi’. Which means it’s looking good. :)

During summer vacation my grand mom, mom and all her co-sisters would prepare yummy mango pickle in large quantities and after clearing the pickle into any jar, my granny would take plate full of rice mix ghee and pickle and feed all we kids sitting there. Ah nostalgia!

Sudden summer rains ohh my my we would get drenched totally and prepare paper boats and leave them and watch them till the end!

We had joy we had sun we had seasons in the sun. But the wine and the song like the seasons have all gone!

Dil ke kareeb kuch aise lamhe hain

jis ki soch bhi labon par hasi lati hain..

Aise kuch lamhe hain bachpan ki..

  

P.S- Try randomness of being a kid again :):) Make sure you have someone in your life with whom you can still be a kid. :)