Nostalgia

Childhood, the distant past,

A pleasant tingle arise in depths-

As memories tickle the senses…

The trivial things that were of prime importance…

I still feel, I have reminiscence of that,

Still wiggling in me…

The trivial things that trigger emotions-

Laughter, tears, or even immense gush of love!

Then I used to treasure the stupid things-

The rubber seeds, red beads of manjady-

The match box stickers, the colourful-

Round marbles with beautiful colours blending within;

Watched mesmerised, wondering-

How the peculiar flawless colourful shapes formed within that green transparent sphere!

Anything tiny that glittered,

Anything that was 'unusual'...

Even a pebble, sometimes a leaf-

Not to mention, the peacock feather-

Resting inside notebooks,

Running behind the pappus- the grandpa's beard-

That never stopped enchanting…

Blow of wind over the sweaty skin

After day long plays-

Giving the lovely feeling of cooling warmth…

The mulberries at the forbidden end of yard,

Black and sweet, treasured in hidden pockets,

Awaiting the mangoes to fall-

Whispering to the mango tree- 

How much I love it!

Smelling the wild rose, 

That bloom in clusters-

Beside the well that's forty rings deep…

Occasional echo testing at the well-

When no one is on watch.

Searching for earthworms to go fishing with brother,

Awaiting for rains to get secretly drenched,

Throwing bricks to see the extent of ripples…

Fierce contest of skipping stones,

Plucking lotuses, again from the forbidden premises!

Finding the pattern of clangs of 

Different utensils at kitchen,

To irritate mother to invite havoc!

Sniffling, sit in closets to find 

Father's shaving sets and give a try!

Always exploring unknowns with curiosity…

The secrets written beneath tables,

Certain that no-one will ever find!

Hidden mischiefs out number the 'knowns'...

It was a wonderful life indeed.

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