I have always wanted to write a diary. but in every attempt after writing for a few days the excitement fizzled off and it became more of a duty….and some days I just didn’t know if sharing was such a good idea. lot of times wrote and then tore the page.
So far it has been an on and off thing. But I am planning to be regular from now on..its not going to be a daily affair…I will be sharing random bits every now and then and see how it goes this time.
let me start this series with a small incident from chapters of my child hood.
Of course when you are a kid nothing is small..not even a small twig floating in rain water.
Every thing is huge and always extremely important.
and it is sometimes extremely important to add some of your imagination while telling others about something…like
hey I saw a twig floating in a drain where I also saw a huge frog which jumped right at me and I somehow escaped..yup that does it
And in that busy childhood, homework was the only villain between us and all the wonders the nature had stored for us…somehow we would finish it and run out to play in the sand or in the nearby abandoned golf course.
we used to play for hours in sand, make huge mounds and then two people would start making tunnel and see if our hands met and then we used to have this special sand tunnel hand shake…it used to make us so happy.
And then one day someone decided to make it a three tunnel hand shake.
It was huge….
so we started making tunnels and the moment our hand touched each other we did a hand shake and screamed in happiness and then went on to make 4 tunnel ,5 tunnel and so on hand shake.
Sometimes when I visit a small town and see kids playing with sand ,all the memories of that day comes rushing back and I cant help but shake my head and smile..oh to relive those moments, those days…if there was some way just for one hour to go back….
I am just so blessed to have experienced it and thank God for the memories and helping me keep that mischievous little kid alive inside….