Mmmmm..! Childhood..! The most important part of our life and a special one. We all have infinite memories of our childhood, but out of all those, that one story always remains special, the one that for years and years remains locked in our hearts.
Talking about my treasured memory of childhood, I remember how I used to desperately wait for the summer vacations, just that time of the year which was solely meant to play and have fun and my vacations were more special because of my dearest chachu who would visit us every year from “The United States”. So, during that time, the most favourite weekend spot for us was the beach and mainly because it was hardly 30 minutes away. Probably my childhood weekend spot has made me a huge beach lover since then. Playing in the mud, sitting on camels and horses, making sand castles and floating my legs in the cold muddy water was the best summertime.
Back then, I was very fond of my chachu, maybe because he always got me so many gifts and chocolates. During our weekend spots, we used to often sit together gazing the beach and the sunset. Having never visited The United States, I would always with a hell of curiosity ask him the same question, “Chachu, how far is your home? How do we go there?” And I remember how tactically he used to fool me saying “Do you see the place where the water and the sky meet? Right there, is “The United States”, and once you walk for like 5 minutes, just towards the right side is my home.” And I would just jump with all that excitement, dreaming one day I will cross the beach and reach your home to surprise you. Chachu’s fooling game would always work on me..!
Today, almost 15 years later, while I am here, in “The United States”, seating across the beach, watching the sky and the sunset. I look up in the sky and still ask him the same question. But this time, it is “Chachu. how far is India? how far is my home?” And even from the sky, he shines and playfully fools me, saying “Do you see the place where the water and the sky meet? That’s the place where India is, and once you walk for 15 minutes, on the left is your home” And I smile at him in the sky, wondering how innocently he still makes me feel his presence and makes me believe in him one more time.
This incident is deeply rooted in my heart, and many such incidents make me realize how our elders would graciously make us believe in all their sweet lie’s. The lie’s that were innocent and have taught us some very important childhood lessons. The lessons, that in adulthood make us trace down the memory lane, back to the childhood, to the old golden days, to the lie’s, to the fooling games and to all the icy memories that have made a place deep within our heart.
P.S: Childhood Innocence and baked memories still remain the best. The beats of childhood still make the heart thump a little more.