Treasures of my heart
I have beautiful memories of my childhood. My aunty was also in the nursing field and used to be transferred to different places. One such place was Jawhar a tiny village in Maharashtra. W used to visit her place during summer vacations. I was in 4th or 5th std. My grandparents used to stay with my aunty at times and at times they used to be with us. My aunty was unmarried and so they had accompanied her to this place.
There were many children around in our area. We used to make a big team and used to play till late in the evening. All used to stay in nearby area. We all used to gather in the morning and play various games. In the evening we used to gather in our courtyard and sing songs or tell stories etc. Our favorite past time was playing cricket and we as a team used to play with same fervor as if it was some India Vs Pakistan match. My uncle used to play with us all. At time he used to get out at zero so our team used to call him Maninder Singh to show our disapproval.
In the afternoon most of the people used to sleep so then we would just roam around in the area and collect wild flowers. We used to be in the hospital premises only. There was a morgue around and it used to be secluded in the afternoon. There were horror stories woven around it. We kids used to keep a bet to go around that morgue when the place was secluded. Later when we all used to come together we used to narrate our little adventures. There was a Maulsiri (Bakul) tree near that morgue. In summer this tree was full of fragrant tiny Bakul flowers. So my sister and I used to go to collect these flowers in our tiny frocks. After bringing them we used to make garlands out of them. I still remember the intoxicating fragrance of these flowers. This place had many small palaces and forts. There were legends spun around them by the villagers. This area was mostly inhabitated by Adivasis. My grandparents had this habit of going for morning walks. We sisters used to accompany them. We never missed the sunrise. It was a magnificent scene with different hues of Orange, Red and Yellow shades. This place had various trees of cashews and chikoos. We had to tread a path through them; it was a lovely adventure for us. I was friends with a girl and she had a sweet brother. I had a crush on him. Though, we never used to talk much. During afternoon our past was to collect flowers. One day three of us were doing the same. He picked up one huge flower from the ground and gave it to his sister. I got upset and started crying for not giving me flower. He was sweet enough to give me another flower. This was the first flower I received from a boy :)
There were many children around in our area. We used to make a big team and used to play till late in the evening. All used to stay in nearby area. We all used to gather in the morning and play various games. In the evening we used to gather in our courtyard and sing songs or tell stories etc. Our favorite past time was playing cricket and we as a team used to play with same fervor as if it was some India Vs Pakistan match. My uncle used to play with us all. At time he used to get out at zero so our team used to call him Maninder Singh to show our disapproval.
In the afternoon most of the people used to sleep so then we would just roam around in the area and collect wild flowers. We used to be in the hospital premises only. There was a morgue around and it used to be secluded in the afternoon. There were horror stories woven around it. We kids used to keep a bet to go around that morgue when the place was secluded. Later when we all used to come together we used to narrate our little adventures. There was a Maulsiri (Bakul) tree near that morgue. In summer this tree was full of fragrant tiny Bakul flowers. So my sister and I used to go to collect these flowers in our tiny frocks. After bringing them we used to make garlands out of them. I still remember the intoxicating fragrance of these flowers. This place had many small palaces and forts. There were legends spun around them by the villagers. This area was mostly inhabitated by Adivasis. My grandparents had this habit of going for morning walks. We sisters used to accompany them. We never missed the sunrise. It was a magnificent scene with different hues of Orange, Red and Yellow shades. This place had various trees of cashews and chikoos. We had to tread a path through them; it was a lovely adventure for us. I was friends with a girl and she had a sweet brother. I had a crush on him. Though, we never used to talk much. During afternoon our past was to collect flowers. One day three of us were doing the same. He picked up one huge flower from the ground and gave it to his sister. I got upset and started crying for not giving me flower. He was sweet enough to give me another flower. This was the first flower I received from a boy :)
I cherish all these summer vacations in my heart... to be continued............
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