…every tree you passed seemed to call out your name, in a very personal challenge, requiring you to at least try climbing it?
…the first rains of the monsoon produced an earthy fragrance that made you take the deepest breath you could manage, moments before you ran right into it for a good drenching?
…you fought your siblings in the rush to make paper boats that you could sail in the quickly swelling rain gutters?
…steep, pitched tiled roofs seemed to scoff you, as if saying, “you can’t climb me”. It was a challenge that couldn’t be ignored, even at the peril of slithering down the roof and hanging on for dear life to rain spouts.
…you played cricket for hours under the scorching May sun, never feeling the burn on your skin?
…you woke up on summer mornings and the sky was always perfect blue?
…the smell of newly sharpened pencils filled the classroom with a heady aroma?
…fountain pens filled us with a nameless joy, as we made a huge mess filling them?
…a new school year was filled with the excitement of new pencil boxes, new shoes and the glorious perfume of new books?
…everything you ever needed could be bought at the little neighborhood shop? Essentials included bubble gum and small candies wrapped in crackling paper.
…everything you ever bought came wrapped in old newspaper, be it fish or sugar or fruits?
…you wore hand me downs from taller siblings or cousins who had outgrown their clothes and shoes, with pride?
…parents could quell your public antics with just a look?
Childhood is that magical, faraway kingdom that you can always visit in your mind, no matter how old you are.