Play – Do you play now?

While I was a kid there were many friends to play with and a huge open area to play as we wish.

We used to play many games. The evenings started with games involving lots of running and moving around. With that we would be drenched in sweat and while we are near exhaustion, we will shift to games played by sitting around.

So whatever our energy level, we played and played, till we were dragged to our homes by our parents.

And the level of animosity between neighbours was far less. We could knock any door of the neighborhood for a glass of water and they would also care for all of us.

There were few houses who let us play full time in their home. There was an aunty, who always has some craft or something to keep us engaged during the sunny hours. She also lovingly made popcorn and sometimes noodles for all of us.

There was an uncle who was living in a sparsely furnished portion. And he had set no limits for playing anywhere in the house and he would also join us playing hide and seek. He always entertained with some interesting conversation where he taught us something new in a playful way.

Life is beautiful when people interact with people, face to face, rather than when everyone finds their temporary deluded moment of happiness, within a small pixelated window!

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Nights on terrace

One of the happiest memory of childhood is the time spent on terrace after dinner. Sometimes even for dinner!

And those night outs require some prep work done by evening. We have to splatter water so that it is not so hot for relaxing later on. This is one of the favorite chore on the summer vacation. As we get to play with water, while we also get some work done.

Regressing, I wonder how our well was up to its maximum capacity even during summer and the idea of water scarcity was not even so remote in the ideas. Also, the water comes from well, that is self replenishing, whereas the water waste from bath and kitchen goes to water the plants and trees of the garden.

Still, I think I might not be watering the terrace just for cooling effect, while the water is becoming much more precious day to day..

Anyway, twenty years back, that’s the only source for cooling as air conditioners are not so common and also the electricity can’t be trusted at all times for fans.

I’m moving away from the main idea. Getting back to it…

Those night time gatherings are so great memories, for that’s the time the entire family gathered together and shared much more than stories. That’s where the creativity is kindled with riddles. That’s where the knowledge is passed on through generations. That’s where we counted stars and believed we could finish it some day. That’s where we learnt stories of our parents as kids and it was always a pleasure to see the parents be kiddish, which makes them more likable even if they reprimand us for our pranks.

So that’s where life was at is jest, happiness breezed along, cheerfulness lingering like the distant train’s passing, and smiles were abundant, while making the childhood best of times!

Time and Tide

The past is the wave withdrawn,
The present is the wave beneath your legs,
The future is the wave little away, yet in sight..

Though we might distinguish differently,
They all together makes the ocean..

So does our life..
We are result of past,
Which tints the present and
Which also paints the future..

Though we might believe,
The wave left us to join back the ocean,
It never ceases to come back to you..

The ocean of today,
Holds within beautiful pearls,
As well as waste and dirt..

It presents you either with
A rare precious conch shell,
Or a dirty torn single shoe..

Don’t frown on shoe
Nor grin on the shell..

For it’s just a matter of time..
To reverse itself
Again
Again and
Again..

The tides keep flowing
Just as life keeps growing..

Lose yourself
In the vastness
And beauty of sea and life..

Don’t fret over anything..
Because,
The passed tide and
The ticked time
Could never be brought back,
For all the treasure of
The world and beyond..

Yet, they always give hope,
For a best conch shell
And a mind blowing event,
For the rest of our lives
To treasure and cherish..

Remember to cherish
And cherish to remember…


A throwback post – Inspired from the post of Darshith’s “From time to time” Thanks for the wonderful post Darshith!! And for the last two lines of this post.. 😉

Magic!

Magic isn’t just
From another world..
It is something as simple as
An innocent word,
Uttered at the right time,
By the right person,
For the right reason..
And it has the power of magic,
To transport you into
Another parallel universe,
While still living in this world..
To let you fly into
Cloud nine and beyond,
With firmly planted feet on earth..
To let you dive amidst
Exotic coral reefs and exquisite fish,
Without moving an inch of your body..

Create magic and feel awesome!

Fate of dreams!

He was waiting
To live a dream,
In the dream castle,
With her as the queen..

She was waiting
To move through another day,
Wondering whether her dream
May or may not come true..

They met!
He couldn’t describe
The castle-to-be-built..
She couldn’t believe, yet,
Whether the dream becomes reality..

A leap of faith..
From both of them..
Into eternity..

The all-knowing time
Still laughs and waits
To reveal only when it intends..
Without even a nice hint!

Where to, next?! 

Does the path decide the journey?
Does the journey decide the path?

While the whole world
Keeps racing towards..
Same goal for the herds..
Unique goals to unique persons..

One was revolving
In the same spot for ages
With the belief
That’s the destination..

A butterfly flapped its wings
The impact was on the revolving..
The spinning at one point
Wasn’t enough anymore!

The stagnant pool stirred
Started to dribble,
it flew through and over
The stumbling stones..

As it kept flowing through
valleys and mountains,
It nourished few and
Demolished few too..

Yet, it kept it’s course..
When the paths ceased,
It was baffled and doubtful
Of where to, next..

The energy was bubbling..
Couldn’t be contained..
Hence it continued to flow..
And a new path was created!

Does the path decide the journey?
Does the journey decide the path?

Dare or Drift?!

It is said that some come for a season
While some come for a reason..

Whether you like it or not,
They come, stay and love..

You could neither
Drag them in to come,
Bribe them enough to stay nor
Kick them out to leave!

All that is possible is
Hold on with belief
That future would reveal
the reasons for the happenings..

Or dare enough to change,
By stopping to drift with the flow
And start swimming against the tides..

The current may be fierce,
The barriers might be many,

Yet you would know..
The destination you have set,
The distance crossed for that and
The struggles overcome on the way..

The destination is made beautiful
by the search and struggle
For the beauty is in seeking!

So even when the reason fades,
and the season changes,
do hold on to who / what is yours!