I was such an engineer in my childhood. Totally fail engineer though. I used to play with broken cars, died battery cells and empty matchboxes. Sometimes I even stole dolls of my sister to play with, but they always were used as passengers of my cars. And sadly, a few dolls died in car accident and were buried later in my home garden. What would happen after that was hilarious. I also stole milk and sweets in June noon when everyone else was asleep for a nap in day. I loved gardening. And I still love it. Creating small farms in my house yard and sowing seeds of many kind of flowers and vegetables, watering them, and sometimes on Sundays standing there and seeing them blossom for hours. Birds. And puppies. They were my undeclared friends. Undeclared because mother never welcomed pets in household. As the winters would approach and the village was full of new small puppies, I would spend my evenings talking to puppies and worrying if they will catch a cold. I even would give them small bites of bread which they would bite on and spit out. I never indulged into things like playing kancha, gulli-danda or cards because father considered them games for bad kids.
We had a mango garden, we still have it. In summer vacations I would go to it and wait for wind to blow so that it causes a mango to apart from branch and fall down. Then it would be roasted in fire and trust me, a mango could never taste any better than this when eaten with black salt. It keeps from loo wind. I'd set up the cot in verandah in spring evenings -- my favorite time of year that used to be -- and solve mathematics questions until it would stop being able to see words written in book after dusk. And yes, I cannot forget to mention about my buffaloes, and cows and calves. Calves were my best friend I ever had. When I would really feel low and lonely, I remember times when I have hugged them and cried.
My childhood was not full of conveniences, or expensive things or luxuries, but it was simple and wonderful -- just like a country boy have.
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I am happy that I was not the only one who I was travelling back my childhood.
Thanks, Arnica.
Epic innocence expressed in words :)
Beautifully written :)