Thursday, April 3, 2014

April AToZ Challenge Day 3- C is For Childhood



I think for many of us the most wonderful years of our life would be childhood. The years that we spent carefree, without worrying about irritating bosses or if we would be able to pay off the EMIs next month. When the only thing on our mind was to have fun! And of course to pass our annual exams but that was only during the months of February-March when the exam fever was on. Life was not as competitive as it is now for school children.

I used to love the 2 months holiday for the summer season, when unmindful of the scorching sun and heat, we used to spend the entire day roaming around the paddy fields, playing games, plucking ripe, succulent mangoes from trees and relishing the sweetness. We were a gang of five, my cousins, my brothers and I. And every summer season, we were packed off by our parents, to our native place in Padubidri, which was a small coastal town then and now a bustling city.

And when the heat was too oppressive for us, we stretched out under the shade of the giant tamarind tree and read the comics borrowed from the local library. I imagined myself to be one the children in the Famous Five gang, out on an adventure along with my pet dog. I guess my attachment to books is also partly because it reminds me of the happy, sunny days of my childhood.


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A few days back my mother informed that this house where I grew up, where I spent some of my happiest days of my life was going to be sold off. And I felt an ache in my heart. An inexplicable urge filled me to see the house one last time before it is demolished. I know it has been lying around abandoned for quite a few months now. But still it is a part of my childhood, it is a part of my happy memories and it has been around for more than half a decade.

It feels like an era has finally come to an end. As I book my tickets to visit my hometown in a hurry I know that things will never be the same. I wish I could just safely tuck away the happy memories of the glorious days of my childhood and visit it whenever my mind strays into the dark alleys.

If ever I was given a chance to time travel and revisit my past and then I would absolutely love to go back into my childhood when days were spent frolicking under the sun and the nights under the cool breeze with moon shining brightly. Oh, such glorious days they were!


26 comments:

  1. C is indeed for childhood :) :) and coffee too!!! An excellent post, rekindled a lot of memories.

    ~S(t)ri
    Participant|AtoZ Challenge 2014
    Smile, it makes (y)our day!

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  2. Wow....what a bliss childhood was :D Loved your take, so simple , yet so deep !

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  3. I know what you want to preserve going back there...I feel the same...I keep missing my childhood days so much these days... Wonder why...Maybe because those were the best days of our life?

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  4. Buy it! Buy that house! :( I can understand the feeling! Great post! Missing summer vacations... Those were the days!

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  5. You sould hv added a photograph of that house that holds so manty memories for u.. would have loved seeing it

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  6. Childhood memories, they are irreplaceable! C is fun, frolic and good times.
    Missing it.
    http://inderpreetkaur.blogspot.in/2014/04/color-not-kind-i-like.html

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  7. I know Prasanna, what a blissful time it is :) and the Nostalgia can bring on a joyful ache.hugs.

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  8. "Yeh daulat bhi lelo, Yeh shohrat bhi lelo..Bhale cheen lo mujse meri jawani..Magar mujko lota do Bhachpan ka sawan ..wo kagas ki kashti..Woh baaris ka pani"

    Can relate to this post entirely... Loved it Prasanna..

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  9. Reminiscences of childhood...a sensitive post.

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  10. Beautiful post ! so touching .. enjoyed reading it !

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  11. Ah childhood. If only we could go back to it. Beautiful post Prasanna :)

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  12. Children just can't wait to grow up. They think adults are trying to con them by saying childhood is the best time of one's life.
    Some years after growing up, the same person realises that childhood is indeed the best time of one's life.

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  13. I understand completely about the attachment to childhood homes. I miss both my grandmother's homes, ones I will never see again, and ones that my daughters will never see. I think that bugs me more. They are still standing, but have different owners and have been remodeled, so even if there was ever a chance to seeing them again, they wouldn't be the same. I wish I would have known the last time I was in both of them that, that was the last time. I would have soaked them in more.

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  14. Childhood days are the best period in a person's life. How so ever we wish, they will never come back.

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  15. I know how I felt when my grandmother's house was sold off... something broke inside my heart kinds.. Childhood memories are so pure..

    Richa

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  16. Aahhhh...childhood is the best...I love my school days too...just met my school friends after 20 years on the last weekend and it was so much fun. Mangoes, tell me about it...mangoes and jasmines can never go out of my mind :)

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  17. Feels nostalgic when I remember those sweet days :) And i miss the summer holidays the most!! If i had hols now, blog hopping would have been so easier :D

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  18. True childhood is precious and when our house was sold off I felt too bad too :)
    good one

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  19. yeah... All of us will choose our childhood days if given the choice of time machine. It made me nostalgic....lovely write up

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  20. Ahhh - those happy childhood summers... I loved them too. Thanks for sharing your memories- it was a joy to read- with such a good flow, and happy style.. And a bit bitter : sad to see a part of it go, I know, still the memories will always be there:-)

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  21. I love looking back on the good ol days. I think as we get older we gain a unique appreciation for those moments in time for they will never come again.

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  22. Childhood !
    I am happy to read about yours :)

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  23. it is sad when your family home is sold to someone else. I remember our home being sold.

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  24. We sold the house my father and I was born around 3 yrs back. The ache still persists. The memories attached to it pinches me everytime I drive past it.

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