I remember vividly my childhood days, <br />how I enjoying the two months summer vacations days. <br />To escape the scorching heat we'd pack our stuff, <br />from delhi and bombay we'd catch the plane, train and bus. <br /> <br />Tired and wilted into the cool valley we arrived, <br />there in the hillside my paternal grand parents lived. <br />Water there like bottled water from the fridge's snow, <br />all around us natural clean air would blow. <br /> <br />We would play all day without any restrictions, <br />kanalpathari or to baghsu we would go with aspiration. <br />Programmes for pic-nic we would make and set off on foot, <br />the flowing water was blocked with a slate for mangoes to cool.. <br /> <br />Our bedding would be in the courtyard of grandparents house, <br />the cool breeze would provide a mother's lap and the stars showering guiding from above. <br />Grandmother would tell strange stories, <br />of fairies and u.f.o's would be these stories. <br /> <br />Now there is no grandfather or grandmother and we grow old too, <br />but even now I go to those cool vallies. <br />My children accompany me during their excurtations, <br />I take them along with me to their maternal grandmothers residence. <br />renukakkar 26,02.2011 <br />copyright@2011<br /><br />renu kakkar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-memory-of-childhood/
