Childhood- in a nutshell
It just seems a phase I just crossed by or I happened to relive my days from the past. Sweet, funny, ecstatic, enthralling days. It just seems I can round my arms around those days if it were a person, hug it tight and never let it go off.
The story of Life, as it seems to me, is split into multiple chapters. Each one is as adorable as a Teddy Bear to me, and, as sweet as my favourite chocolate. The Present sways us away like a storm of dust with our mind contemplating thousands of thoughts and emotions rushing at the same time. But looking at a bigger picture, it is no less than a phase of exuberance.
The most delightful times of a person’s life is its CHILDHOOD. Being an Indian, I like the sound of “Bachpan” more than the former word mentioned.
Aaahh, Bachpan.
My childhood was not like simple days or years one can easily count on fingers, for me, it has also been lovable, pleasing sugary emotions. I can’t resist the thought of one memory and the other sweet memory pours onto me. And then the next, and then the next, and the next….. You cannot settle with one thought. You just can’t.
Recalling my bachpan, I was a chubby cheek, rosy lips girl. Heavy with bodyweight, and light with talks as far as I can recall and I have been told. Hahaaa. Digging deep into all the versatile places my mind can take to, I want to highlight three protagonists of my bachpan. My three favourite ladies who have made my childhood look so mesmerising today that is just inexpressible for me. My two aunts and my sister.
I am full of emotions at the moment, my eyes are watery and I don’t know which way to go with my writing.
I spoke with my sister after more than a decade today, dated 19.08.2020. How our conversation started was heartfelt. She couldn’t believe I was over the phone on the other side, talking to her. And throughout the talk, all I could sense was the strong emotional bond we shared and how much we miss our twenty years older version of ourselves. Kiran didi, if you are reading this, it felt beautiful hearing that you have one of your daughters named after me. I am glad we finally heard each other today, after so many years.
Mona bua, I had you and Pinky mausi as my two mothers after my birth mom. That is how much I adore you both. When I hear from you how you relate my chotu version with your own kids I am recarving my memories into reality. You, by your words, express how much you love me and you still want me to be the same sweet little heavy kid, who forced you to carry her in your arms. Haha. And I assure you bua, I am never going to change. I will keep that special edition of Gungun alive within me, forever.
And Pinky mausi, I cannot express how lucky I am to have you. Honestly speaking, I still cannot believe you’ve two kids and you are a part of another family. Every time I see you, I just see you as what I remember about you. A girl in her twenties, living with her sister in Mumbai, who goes to college and is a super cool aunt to her sister’s kids. As you always quote, I will always remain to be your first child I really feel like teasing your kids at this. Hahahaa. You and bua have made the best of my Mumbai days. So much of dancing, drawing and dramas every day.
If I were to type all my stories it would be tough for this platform to handle, because my typing could surmount Medium’s expectation for a blogger to write. But simplifying this trouble, I want to dedicate this blog to these three ladies.
If you are reading this, I want to thank you all from the deepest core of my heart for creating those days so beautiful, merry and fantabulous for that little girl Gungun. What I realise is,
“ Bachpana toh sabka guzra hai, bachpana toh sundar hota hai. Aaj zaroor yaad aate honge woh din. Aap to palon me kho jate the, jab chote the. Kahaan pata tha, bade hokar unn jiye palon me phir kho jayenge.
Kuch yaadein dhundhla bhi gayi hongi, par agar bachpan ko khoobsurat banane wale woh log apke saath abhi bhi hai, toh dhundhlaye woh pal aaj phir se yaad woh log kara denge.”
This is my gift for you three: Mausi, Bua, Didi.
I love you,
and
THANK YOU!
