Childhood and childhood days seem like dreams long forgotten. Suddenly I saw a colouring book at a store today and memories flashed... I saw myself excitedly filling up colouring books. I couldn't recall the time and place. I felt as if I have been doing it forever, ever since I was born, yet I couldn't remember when... as if in a dream I was colouring the white space within the curved black lines.
I have a good memory but somehow I couldn't recall the day I stopped colouring in activity books. I couldn't recall where I have tucked away my Barbie. I don't even know whether she is lying in a box in my home. I cannot recall the last time I made a paper boat and set it sailing for an imaginary faraway land. What happened to the Teddy Bear that I used to think was the largest one in the world? What happened to the dog who lived near my home? What happened to all the knickknacks I was storing in a box, I don't remember why, but I used to think they were useful and mom used to think they were junk? But I haven't kept them for sure! Did I threw them away or was it mom?
I don't remember the day I stopped enjoying colouring in activity books. They come back to me...my childhood memories...or unreal dreams...I don't know what they are. But they do come often...and sometimes rarely, as flashes...mostly I see them with open eyes. And I am not able to tell when or where they happened. They could be my imagination or is it just my poor memory...playing tricks with my senses...and my emotions!!
I have a good memory but somehow I couldn't recall the day I stopped colouring in activity books. I couldn't recall where I have tucked away my Barbie. I don't even know whether she is lying in a box in my home. I cannot recall the last time I made a paper boat and set it sailing for an imaginary faraway land. What happened to the Teddy Bear that I used to think was the largest one in the world? What happened to the dog who lived near my home? What happened to all the knickknacks I was storing in a box, I don't remember why, but I used to think they were useful and mom used to think they were junk? But I haven't kept them for sure! Did I threw them away or was it mom?
I don't remember the day I stopped enjoying colouring in activity books. They come back to me...my childhood memories...or unreal dreams...I don't know what they are. But they do come often...and sometimes rarely, as flashes...mostly I see them with open eyes. And I am not able to tell when or where they happened. They could be my imagination or is it just my poor memory...playing tricks with my senses...and my emotions!!
Well said Ulki...actually we have killed our imagination by being a little too calculative about each step of ours...and a child does what he / she wants to do without calculation.they have their own logic which is surrounded by their imagination and whims
ReplyDeletewell said mam...someone said once that there are no children ...and that we are born as grown ups...but i would like to believe that we never actually grow up ;)
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