I still remember making silly cards for my parents without any special occasion. Those were the small and kind gestures that make me feel good about myself.
They say you don’t appreciate the value of a moment until it becomes a memory, the same applies to those golden years of my childhood. Today as I am writing this and recalling all those moments, a peculiar nostalgic feeling is crawling into my head, the ripe experiences of a time that was so dear, flashing before my eyes and leaving me in complete awe and wonder. While reminiscing my childhood the realisation of how easier life was back then dawned upon me.
Looking back I see myself as someone who would get intrigued by even the tiniest, most insignificant things in life, someone who would fall into oblivion thinking that that moon is following the car and lastly someone as carefree as a bird that leaps into the infinite. As a child I acknowledged and appreciated the little things in life. I still remember making silly cards for my parents without any special occasion. Those were the small and kind gestures that make me feel good about myself.
The ecstatic feeling upon getting your first bicycle, writing with a pen for the first time in your school notebooks, meeting your first school friend was unmatched. Such experiences were ineffable. These mere things are better appreciated in the course of their attainment than when they are attained.
The blazing sunshine on a mid June day, the over cluttered school bus, the shrill chattering noises of those accommodated in the vehicle, the boys planning their classroom shenanigans and girls playing games which have been passed down from generations, each one of these sights is still fresh in my memory, being my daily routine as a child this became a big chunk of my life.
Today if we ponder upon our current life situation, we will be confronted with the bitter truth of how much we have burdened ourselves with the worldly affairs, something much repellent to our carefree nature as a kid. With the daily hustle in our lives we often forget to give time to the important things while as a child even the petty moments had a great impact on us.
Unlike our childhood we have developed the fear of being judged for trying new things and we carry this unsolicited weight of the world , an epitome of how self sabotaging we become with time. If we show it or not we all carry a strong yearning desire to relive those joyous days of our childhood
-- Sanya Wadhwa/Moradabad
(The author of this article is a 16-year-old student at CL Gupta World School. Prior to this I received my education from All Saints’ College, a boarding school in Nainital.)