CHARMS OF NATURE IN CHILDHOOD
If a supernatural being comes and
asks to grant somebody a wish, I think the most appropriate wish would be to
rewind the cassette of life and get back to the ‘no worry’ days form this
elusive day with money minded harshness and fake persons. Childhood days are the
most wonderful days of one’s life. Those are the days where the artist just
like portraying a live picture doesn’t care about the backdrop of the picture;
likewise childhood is the period when we don’t care about the future or the past;
we leave the present just like a present by God. Childhood is most attached to the
nature than the materialistic world. My childhood was like a ski in the snow
where scratched knee, splashing in the rain, looking at the stars at night,
nagging at silly things, crying just like sky crying during rainy days and
laughing like thunder, geting happy by very petty notions was fun. And with
world gathering it’s more than anything else. We use to go my maternal place
during summer vacation. And it was really fun there with my dada and dadi.
Tasty tasty food, yummy jelly and jam, chatpatti chutney and pickles, sweet and
salty mango and hot and sweet jalebi was what my vacation was all about. There
was a magnificent guava tree in the garden standing and spreading its frock. It
was the tree which taught me to see life in a new way in the nature‘s way. At
night it became a ghost tree with shiny white bloodless skin whereas day time
it became Princess Diana among the trees in the garden. Whenever I and my cousins
got some time, we used to go to the guava tree to pick guava from there. They
used to climb whereas I was just trying to do so. When days passed, I grew
older, I got the certificate to have a trial to climb the giant tree, my
brother and sister helped me. First of all I was pulled to the first branch by
my guardians and then one branch after other. I managed to get to the top most
floor of the tree. I felt as if I was in my dad’s arms viewing a fantastic
world. I felt both scared and delightful at the same time .Within a blink of
eye I went to a different world. I can see miles from the point. It might be so
that God be sitting on the top most branch of the tallest tree just like me and
seeing the world. Once I became expert in climbing I used to go there whenever I
felt lonely. I used to view the sun rise and the sunset. The change in the color
of the sky from orange to red to pink then black was the most beautiful thing
my guava tree showed me. It was as if God was conducting some chemical
experiment on titration. I used to hug the tree supposing that one of her hands
would tilt towards me to my throne. Sometimes I used to talk to her and she
replied but she kept on thinking most of the time. She started becoming my
friend keeping my secrets and protecting me. The sweetest guavas of her were
named for me just like the best teacher of Robert Frost “the story of my lost
friend”.
If a supernatural being comes and
asks to grant somebody a wish, I think the most appropriate wish would be to
rewind the cassette of life and get back to the ‘no worry’ days form this
elusive day with money minded harshness and fake persons. Childhood days are the
most wonderful days of one’s life. Those are the days where the artist just
like portraying a live picture doesn’t care about the backdrop of the picture;
likewise childhood is the period when we don’t care about the future or the past;
we leave the present just like a present by God. Childhood is most attached to the
nature than the materialistic world. My childhood was like a ski in the snow
where scratched knee, splashing in the rain, looking at the stars at night,
nagging at silly things, crying just like sky crying during rainy days and
laughing like thunder, geting happy by very petty notions was fun. And with
world gathering it’s more than anything else. We use to go my maternal place
during summer vacation. And it was really fun there with my dada and dadi.
Tasty tasty food, yummy jelly and jam, chatpatti chutney and pickles, sweet and
salty mango and hot and sweet jalebi was what my vacation was all about. There
was a magnificent guava tree in the garden standing and spreading its frock. It
was the tree which taught me to see life in a new way in the nature‘s way. At
night it became a ghost tree with shiny white bloodless skin whereas day time
it became Princess Diana among the trees in the garden. Whenever I and my cousins
got some time, we used to go to the guava tree to pick guava from there. They
used to climb whereas I was just trying to do so. When days passed, I grew
older, I got the certificate to have a trial to climb the giant tree, my
brother and sister helped me. First of all I was pulled to the first branch by
my guardians and then one branch after other. I managed to get to the top most
floor of the tree. I felt as if I was in my dad’s arms viewing a fantastic
world. I felt both scared and delightful at the same time .Within a blink of
eye I went to a different world. I can see miles from the point. It might be so
that God be sitting on the top most branch of the tallest tree just like me and
seeing the world. Once I became expert in climbing I used to go there whenever I
felt lonely. I used to view the sun rise and the sunset. The change in the color
of the sky from orange to red to pink then black was the most beautiful thing
my guava tree showed me. It was as if God was conducting some chemical
experiment on titration. I used to hug the tree supposing that one of her hands
would tilt towards me to my throne. Sometimes I used to talk to her and she
replied but she kept on thinking most of the time. She started becoming my
friend keeping my secrets and protecting me. The sweetest guavas of her were
named for me just like the best teacher of Robert Frost “the story of my lost
friend”. 
Till today my guava tree is
standing in my maternal place and now also I climb it. There are a few valuable
things or persons in one’s life which gives the privilege to make you child once more ;teddy bear ,ice
cream ,rainy season likewise that giant guava tree is one of them for me who
always takes me to the most sweetest days of my life.
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