Some
memories get etched in our minds for life. These small time-slices shape our
lives in the most unimaginable ways.
It was a
Sunday. There were about 10 of us.
Everything
about that day was different. The air, the weather, the damp smell of the soil,
everything.
And to
say that it was raining heavily would downright be an understatement.
Fortunately,
our house is surrounded by green spaces; gardens, trees, grounds and it’s a
perfect place for 12 years olds on a rainy afternoon.
That
Sunday will in-arguably remain one of the best days of my life. Soccer, kho-kho,
kabbadi, you name it and we played it. And the icing on the cake? The game
session in the rains was followed by hot servings of bhajiyas and vadapavs.
Surprisingly,
the only emotion I remember having then was that of happiness. Sheer happiness.
Happiness that was of the purest form, simple and unconditional. Just me, with
a few friends. And the rain.
In this
rat-race called life, sometimes we tend to lose our inner human. We tend to get
lost, confused with complicated choices and circumstances that surround us. But
such memories of Sunday afternoons, close friends (and piping hot bhajiyas :p ) help
us in restoring our faith in the fact that somethings never fall apart. They
make us believe that eventually it’s all going to be worth it.
So all
set to take that trip back in time?
P.S : Edit, courtesy Grey murmurs, Thank you :)
