CHILDHOOD~Timeless Memoir

 

Gazing outside the window in the thundershower, reminiscing about my childhood, reinstates some sublime memories.

Fun and frolic was the flow

Rock n’ Roll in the flood waters, drenched in the heavy downpour and splashing it all around

Summer and winter Vacations were euphoric bliss.

PT classes were nonetheless than amusement and respite

Getting bruised in course of playing sporadically fetched tears

Those modulated pencil boxes in the outlets were a cause of sparkle in the iris

Picking coins from parents to have relishing potato chips, toffees, phantom sweet cigarette candies and frozen ice-creams in the near at hand outlet in school.

 

Early morning race to hop on the school bus

Moral Science course sessions by Salesian sisters were identical to a tale narration period

Desperately offering prayers in the school Chapel to succeeded in the tests

Announcement on Floods in the Television fetched a jubilant feeling because who knows that day might be declared as School holiday

Stuffing boxes and boxes of savoring food to share with boon companions while on picnic gatherings.

 

Four days of the high-spirited sports week

Cheering relentlessly for our respective house teams

Imparting our best in Sports with much vigor and zest to win the fabled House Cup

Unending races and scoring the first place always ensured that we are the smartest.

 

Engulfed in the lushy green canopy was my aesthetic school

I remember:

Singing praises for Virgin Mary was a part of our daily schedule

Ornamenting Mother Mary’s portraits with flickering lights, floweret and scented candles in the Holy month of May

The tough Discipline and Solace in my convent school

Habitually losing school badges and procuring it the very next morning from Sister Elizabeth’s office was nonetheless than a routine procedure.

 

Amusement parks and planetariums

Dad setting up family holidays always fetched the stimulus and excitement all over again

Harry Potter movies, magazines, slam books cherished, admired and esteemed

Consistently nimble about skits and dramas

Hearing Ghost tales fetched that vigour and thrill

Ghoosebumps by R.L. Stine never went old-fangled.

 

Those care-free days when we spoke so fondly of life

Oh! How I wish I had a Time Machine to head back and experience that radiant life all over once again.