The memoirs of my childhood!

“On 26th May, 1984, you opened your eyes in this world and then the hospital room reverberated with your child like cry. I took you in my arms and kissed you on your forehead and your father bequeathed you with his blessings. He thanked god for a tiny little innocent creature which provided him with delight and peace” said my mother when I was five years old. There are some faded recollections of those years today, when I understand this world and trail through these roads of the present. Just as the cool breeze touches one’s face with its softness, these memories come back to me when I am unaccompanied by anyone. The dark clouds at night revive that fear of dusk in me which made me bury my head in my father’s arms. Those white walls waited for me to devour them and apply a bit of red chilly on it .that was food for me and those plants full of mud and that white chalk gave me that pleasure that cannot be put in words. Back to my hospital room, those living worms freed themselves from my stomach and found an outlet from my mouth. My parents were awestruck and scolded me for it “what on earth did lead you to consume such unwanted material?” I had no answer for it just that I liked it too much to leave it. These were some of my experiences of those little years of freedom and ecstasy and I would like to relive those moments but then these are the drawbacks of time and it waits for none. It didn’t wait for me too.