A date with childhood....

She was sitting on the shore....It was almost 3 in the night....The sea was not calm and serene as it is made out to be in picture perfect movie scenes. In fact, the waves were rising high, only to crash down again against the unresponsive shares. It was a full moon night. The best one she had ever witnessed. It was calm and tranquil there on the shore.
But sitting there at the beach, she could hear certain voices. Voices of her friends and people partying in the shacks behind her. And here she was, sitting with a bottle of beer, thinking, letting her soul free on the sea shore. Somebody told her it was not safe to venture out alone so late in the night. But did she care?
While sitting there, letting her long tresses loose and cool breeze brush past her face, she was calm. But just like the rising and subsequently falling waves, her mind was buzzing with thoughts.

For the first time in her enitre life, she could remember her childhood so vividly. It was strange. Only when you are away from people whom you have known all your life, you realise their actual importance in your life.
She remembered:
  • Her grandfather dropping her to bus stop everyday, when she was in kindergarten till second grade. The endless and innocent list of questions she would ask him everyday while going to school.
  • How her grandpa would try to answer every query of hers, making her a little more intelligent and aware every time.
  • How badly she had cried when her grandpa expired this year
  • How she had first fallen in love
  • How hard she used to work hard for boards, inter school competitions and the fire in her to prove herself everywhere.
  • She wondered what had caused that fire to diminish in her. She feared it would extinguish someday.
  • But was relieved to realise instantly that her "self" is too strong to allow that to happen.
  • She remembered how cheerful and happy she would get upon getting wet in rain, being allowed to play till 8pm, eating kismi bars and melody toffees.
  • How she had felt fearfully female upon being eve teased for the first time while growing up and how she had learnt to behave "properly" in public places in order to protect her diginity.
  • How happy she was upon receiving her first barbie doll, her first wrist watch, her first mobile phone, her first scholarship, her first merit certificate ....all gifts from her father or her hard work. Either way, she realised all of these still hold a special place in her heart.
  • She wondered how and why did she allowed her innocence to slip away?
Suddenly, her friend came along with another pint of beer, inviting her for a round of dance at the party. "I'm coming", is all she screamed back.
And then, started heading towards the maddening trance music being played, headed to lose herself again in the crowd...leaving behind the footprints of her self and soul into the sand....only to be washed down by another round of unrepressible waves.


Rushabhh Gandhi | February 23, 2009 at 2:45 AM

Firstly I am amazed that why there are no comments here....specially to this post...
It is simply awesome.....
I feel the post is good when i visualize the things and imagine the fantastic world the author trying to portray........awesome...awesome....awesome... :):)

All i am goin to do next is...read the post below this one..

Born Vagabond | February 23, 2009 at 3:03 AM

I would give nythin to get those childhood dayz bck...luvd it!! :)

Creation | February 23, 2009 at 10:04 AM

I've got tears in my eyes...

wonder why? :P



Keep blogging..

Prianca | February 23, 2009 at 4:23 PM

@ rushabhh
thank you for stopping by...:)
nd thanks for all the appreciation.

@ born vagabond
thank you ji. same here..i miss my childhood...that's y i had written this blog in the first place

@ creation
aah, so you finally visited my page. Thank you dear. :)

swati | February 23, 2009 at 6:24 PM

it was really a touching one...
lovely post...

peter | February 24, 2009 at 2:13 AM

beautiful indeed ..childhood days are all pure n memorable :P

hey so u are somewhat like pina colada no wait u r the mixture of all the gud drinks :P

cheers :P

Prianca | February 24, 2009 at 12:29 PM

@ swati
thank you for dropping by

@ peter
thank you....**blushes**

Prachi | February 24, 2009 at 4:05 PM

Good that you had beer in hand ... I had vodka neat... :) Now, you have experienced not life but your own inner self. It's good to drown yourself into your inner cores once in a while so as to get back to the traces that made you what you are now.

Every post of your makes me feel proud on you... Like I have become kind of guardian angel over you and feel good to see you coming out of certain sphere where you unintentionally treaded... I see a foil of mine in you... Do I see anything wrong in it?

Love You!
God Bless

Prakhar | February 26, 2009 at 11:23 AM

luvd the post...something about it...felt like I was at that sand..remembering gud ol'days

Kissmi bar was worth gold those days :)

Kunjal | February 26, 2009 at 12:38 PM

Hi!!nice post:)

Toonfactory | March 6, 2009 at 12:31 PM

Wowww...loved it! I dunno how I dropped in here..have been blog hopping and lost the relativity between time & space for sometime...one thing I wanna say..We all miss our childhood sometimes..those good old days...I was not only able to relate to everything U wrote but also visualize everything....

kunal | March 7, 2009 at 8:25 AM

simply amahzin

hjghjg | March 7, 2009 at 9:29 PM

Your mom had never been a part of your world since childhood...ever thought about it?...delete this after you have read it...that's just to make you ponder a little...

Prianca | March 7, 2009 at 9:39 PM

@ hjghjg

No, you are downright wrong Mr.
My mom is, has always been and will always be the most important part of my life. She is the one who made me the individual I am today. And i respect and love her for that.

And m not afraid of random, obnoxious and completely unsolicited comments. So, M NOT DELETING IT.

btw, I would like to know wat made you conjure up such a downright absurd and idiotic comment?
reply if you have a valid explaination for that.

else, just stop fucking around posting stupid comments.

saket | March 21, 2009 at 11:29 PM

jus...yaadieee n nthin.........
we r loser.............