Well friends,
Childhood better called " IDYLLIC HAPPINESS " is something more to be felt than expressed. Regardless of the age whenever someone muses about childhood one falls into a trance of inexplicable joy and gets nostalgic .Nothing can be more warm than recollecting sweet childhood memories and im no exception to that kind of feeling .
Gone are those days where i used to huddle behind mom's palloo at the sight of strangers and feel as secure as a little monkey embracing its mother.how much i long to experience those days once again !
I remember how much i was fascinated to celebrate my birthday party ,enjoy my cake and get very excited at the gifts i got and used to open all with lots of curiosity. Still are those memories very fresh in my memory and make me ecstatic when i used to run out at the sound of an icecream bell and a boy selling baloons and tease my parents till i get one ..and those lovely nights when i heard many fascinating stories built up by my granma with rapturous attention and feel very real about those characters .
So memorable and fresh are those blissful moments when i had my best time enjoying with my great friends especially one with my first best friend (who always used to make me feel special) ..playing all sort of games ,having silly fights ,crying and then patching up in kiddish way :) I used to wait eagerly for sunday to come to watch my favourite cartoon show on tv and cry when someone changed the channel .. how lively the life was when i used to fight with my brother and feel very happy when mom used to scold him ..it was a great pleasure being pampered child to few and problem chid to few ..i still admire the carefree nature of mine doing all fascinating & mischievous things without any concern of being caught and frightful consequences .i remember one incident when i was about 7 yr old n my family went to manali on vacation and where i got a picture of mine clicked beside an apple tree with me holding an apple .i was so tempted by the apple that i took it off from the tree least bothered about wat my dad is gonna say and then lied that it came on its own into my hands.
In love with that incomparable happiness i had, rejoicing with my lovely family and relatives during holidays and the pangs of separation i suffered at the end of the day when everyone left and i felt all alone and started crying when my mom had put all her efforts to comfort me ,stop me cry and cheered me. Finally i wonder how the life has changed from an innocent ,carefree kid with vivid imagination with no definite boundaries ,no worries and with tender feelings to a completely contrast so called matured personality leading mechanical life full of tensions ,responsibilities ...and the one who is no more able to enjoy such happiness .
Now recollect your memories and feel fresh and alive :)
