I am from my childhood,Childhood is a republic
Coming across this line in NatGeo Traveller sent me back in time to that glorious of all republics, I was fortunate to have.
It set me thinking as to what my very first memory was. Though I can't pin point the first one, I manage to pull out a bunch of them, like old photographs lying in no order. Is it the way memory is stored in the brain? The sequence of initial events is blurred and a collage of faces, names, places, food, smells etc appears on the mind's eye.
Dinner with mom and dad under the silver glow of the moon,
Star gazing with dad,
Mom and dad making lemon squash in summer,
The vegetable garden in our backyard,
Hummingbirds' nest in a creeper,
Playing in the rain,
Crocodile with the red tongue nightmare,
Waking parents up in the middle of the night,
Granny's bedtime stories,
Milkshakes and homemade chocolates,
My plush pal,
The big blue sofa,
Pull along toy train, Pedalling toy car,
A trip to zoological park with parents,
First haircut by a Russian lady,
Wearing dad's goggles,
Granny's mehndi and exfoliating baths,
Begging to stay five more minutes at the beach,
Lollipops on parrot shaped sticks,
Sleeping under the starry sky in summer,
Mom and dad's ancestral villages, the lotuses along the drive,
Attending someone's funeral, too young to understand.
Dad's vespa scooter,
Thinking that tomatoes were manmade!until I saw them grow in the yard,
Miss.Glory, the kindergarten teacher, and a lot more I can't find the right words for.
