The Kite fell on the ground. She said, ‘Wish it had strong wings!’ That was enough to evoke pleasant memories of childhood. In fact, everything in life is so well connected. We wake up, get up and rush to work every day. Nothing is there now as it was here in childhood. It is like a mad rush now. Work, work, and work. Home is perhaps just to rush back to after tiring hours of work and then sleep. As a matter of fact, reaching home is now not exciting. It is, of course, satisfying. Just enter, change, grab food, and then dump your body in the bed. Whether it is a soothing sleep, relaxing, full of sweet dreams, it doesn’t matter now. In fact, this itself has become a dream. To have a sound sleep is a matter of past now. In this maddening rat-race like lifestyle, impossible.
That childhood was better. Better in all senses. This kite in the ground rings sweet bells in my ears. Sometimes a small incident that might have no meaning for others is more than enough to evoke a lot of emotional threads. Childhood was hard but sweet. It is not that there were no sour moments. But even those moments were sweet. So near to heart. School, homework, play, study, etc. Every moment was a rush but it was not a mad rush. In fact, every moment was a joy. A treasure. A precious moment to carefully save in mind to rejoice and cherish later. Like now. Now there are no moments to cherish and rejoice. No fresh moments, I mean. But yes, these precious old childhood memories are like a tonic. These memories help to replenish. I wish I could get childhood back in lieu of whatever I have.
Childhood memories nourish and energize
Today it was a kite. Tomorrow it would be something else. Only important thing is that there has to be a moment that is able to evoke those precious childhood memories.