Reliving Childhood Days

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I barely remember what I studied, but all I can visualize are my childhood days. As a kid, I had a lot of friends, and I still remember their faces. There have been days when I had no idea what loneliness is. The early days of my life were filled with joy and happiness.

 

Playing with my colony friends was part of my daily routine. Technology keeps advancing every second in many parts of the world, but I would still go back to the early 2010s, when outdoor games not only made me physically fit but also fostered a sense of companionship with everyone.

 

Nowadays, I find people busy with their gadgets and how they hardly notice the presence of others nearby them. But gone are the times when I spent quality time being with girls and boys of different age groups. I don’t know where Anna is now, who taught me how to play shuttle, but I know how to play it because of him.

I played hide and seek with my friends. Every time I hid, I took a long breath before getting caught by the catcher. It’s astonishing how the small feet, tiny hands had a huge presence of mind. And I would say the best of all would be how I jumped from the terrace of one building to the other while escaping from the hunting animal (catcher). I think I’m the cartoon from ‘Gee Boom Boy.’

 

Gone are the days when my mom prayed for my return home without wounds, as if I were a great soldier in the Indian army.

Technology was booming in the early 2010s. Every week I and my colony friends bought a Champak CD from the shop. Champak is India’s leading children’s magazine. The cover has a CD along with an interesting magazine. After I play the games from my CD, I exchange it with my neighbors, and in return, they give me their CD, which has a different set of games. Selfishness was never in my dictionary at childhood.





Birthdays are no more a day of celebration but just another day of my life. My birthdays before had Cake cutting, a dancing room filled with gifts from neighborhood friends, laughter that was genuine, eyes and actions that were filled with innocence. But now all I know is a room flooded with tears of loneliness and longingness. Should I keep recalling the past memories to cherish or realize the reality and live in the present?

 

My friends and I knocked and rang bells of random neighbor's house in the colony, and ran before they could see us. In the space I live in now, I know none, and I can’t dare to knock unless it’s an emergency.

 

My colony friends might now be elsewhere, they would be grown up, successful, and maybe married and have children too, but I keep reliving the time I spent with them as a young aged girl. I have your gifts and memories safely, but I know not your contact and whereabouts.

 

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