Gone are those days!
Salad days are the best days of life. When I was young, I always knew there is somebody to take care of me. No worries, no headaches, whatever I did was always accepted gracefully with so many people to pamper me all the time! Mumma and grandma waking me in the morning and me with sleepy eyes trying to think of some excuse of not going to school at least that day. But, I had to go!
Now I realize that it was so much fun when my mom used to help me dress up, my dad waiting outside to drop me and grandma running behind to stuff breakfast in my mouth. The entire day was fun in school with studies and friends. After coming back home there was a deliberate wait for the evening to go out and play.
It was fun time when very evening we used to think about different games to play. Sometimes, ‘tug of war’ or ‘catch me if u can’ or ‘pitthu’ or ‘badminton’ or ‘cricket’ etc etc. Or else, invent some other game that evening. Play and play till I was sure that if I don’t run into house now I am going to get a good thrashing from mother for not doing my homework. As expected mum used to be furious at me and my sister trying to save me from that thunderstorm. It was such a pain then but now when I go down the memory lane I wish to go back to those days.
Evenings were always a wait for Papa. As soon as he would come it was fun time, tv time and outing time. He used to ask both of us about our day in school and then that was the time when we could ask him for money or some permission to go out or for an ice cream especially when mum was not around. He pampered both his daughters to the utmost level thereby installing the basics of life. It was due to mummy’s strictness that helped us to implement it.
I am sure this must be the story of most of the girls and must be the opposite with most of the boys. Those were the days when we thought that we have the greatest problems. Nothing in the world can be tougher than school, homework and exams. Every night before exams I prayed that, God please give me one more day just this time and I promise I’ll study from the beginning of the term next time! Now, that seems to be such a golden period when we had nothing much to think about and so much more to do.
I wish I could go back to those days where the meaning of responsibility was unknown. Wish I could jump back into time and steal a few moments of fun and frolic. Really wish I could bring back those people who are now lost.
I wish I could bring those days back… but those are gone forever.
But, I have today to rejoice. Ten years later I am sure I would be writing about this golden period of mine. We just don’t realize it coz we have it with us! I just did and so should everyone before this also goes forever.
