Evergreen days

The cheers of childhood paint our world of carefreeness and liveliness.  This image had been my favourite, and I wanted to capture its full essence. At times, I think being unprivileged is a blessing. 

Image credit: Sasin Tipchai on Pixabay.

My childhood was not a scarce one, but it was not a richly rich one either. I loved it the way it was.  

I should mention this here: Lord Krisha's childhood is remembered as "Natkhut Makhan chor." The beauty of childhood comes with its unique way of exploring and learning, doesn't it? You disagree. Let us pause here and journey back to our childhood days. What did we actually do?

Prateek, Param, and Prahlad were three kids in the locality who were often spotted together. They were born to three IT parents. These three parents were once known to be the speck in this village's eyes. Their stories are still aired here, which they all admire and cherish even now. Tusshar says, "Those days were different. We were lucky enough to make our childhood glean with the brightness of being a free child." The others nodded and laughed aloud. "We had more freedom to play and learn than the children of today's time," muttered Kareem. 'So very true, my friend. We really lived the lives we love even today. Even though we were not rich, but we had all that really made our childhood meaningful,' added Raghu. 'True, Raghu. Those pokhar splashes, fishing in the rice field. O yes, those raw mango plights; all were splendid.' (laughed all). 

 Image credit: Annie Spratt on Unsplash

    "You know Tusshar, your decision to give our kids the same exposure was fantabulous," said Kareem. "Now, when I see my kid, I feel I am living my life again. "

"True friends. Even I feel the same," added Tusshar. 

"You know, when Prateek was born to us, I was super excited to share, with him, every moment I had lived so far. Ria understood me best. She said, why don't you plan something to give them a glimpse of our childhood days. This idea became my master stroke. All the while Prateek was growing, I was planning a world so true and live for our kid."

This gave birth to the memory park. I shared my deep thoughts and intuitions with you, Raghu and Kareem. You both resonated positively. Thus this big land was bought. Finding this land was a blessing. It encouraged me even more to create everything I could for kids to explore and experience here. 

    Technology is my forte, and I digitalised this place. It gave me the power to access the whole land from my control room. Ria's gardening skills helped me to develop the beautiful flora and fauna around here. It gives its the true natural touch, a motherly habitation. 

    Raghu, architectural knowledge, carved this place with serene bridges, mountain caves, and tree houses. The tree swings, the safe tree climbing, and the shallow river fun. They are the exotics of our park. You know, when I see them swing on my lab screen, I feel the same village tyre swings we had done, and when they pull their trousers to go into streams to catch fish, I sway back to our good old days. The way they involve themselves in playful pranks leaves me awestruck. They sometimes give me goosebumps. At times, I envy him when he goes the extra mile to befool his fellows and laugh a little more naughtily making me scream, O God! He is two steps more advanced than me and I laugh with pride. 

    Kareem, your analytic abilities helped us to understand the value of physical games in the cognitive and behavioural development of our children. You know, as we grow, we are allured by the present things that are happening, and we think we have to match with them to fit well. No doubt that is there, but there are a bunch of things in our history that can add up to their growth and development. We forget to adapt to them. 

    Today, when I see this park as an inevitable evening outing for the kids, I feel I gave full to the children. When I see them laugh freely and explore their environment as little scientists, I feel I have created a little champ out of bones and flesh. Now, these evening hours are our favourite hangouts every evening as we live our childhood days here in the control room every day. Hahahaha....

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