When I was young, we for some time lived in a home where there was a small neat garden.
I liked doing cycling in sunlit court-yard of that home.
There was enough space in a house for playing but my favorite spot was in the garden.
In the evening, I would take my kitchen toy set with me and after plucking some leaves, I loved to make my own very food under the green shady leaves of tree.
Child as I was, I imagined my cooking pots were real. Those were the days when I considered real world was fake.
With the passage of time my perspective has changed. Today, I know that real world is not fake but my belief has become more strengthen in a fact that with little bit of effort, I can re-create my life from my imagination.
This past Sunday, I was under weather and for some change decided to go outside with family. Once in a car, I observed street ahead, it was all covered with fallen leaves. I thought of changing season and imagined that fallen leaves were my own past days which I had left behind only to move forward. This very thought gave me such strength that I found myself quite energetic during rest of my day.
After all Roald Dahl is never wrong when he writes
“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.”
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The lady cradling her new born child in a picture is my mother and the other woman whose arm is visible as if she’s pointing at something was my grandmother. I can assume that my grandmother was looking anxious about the head of the newborn which was quite high in my mother’s arm.
It was the warm and calm day of March 1982 when this picture was taken.
There are many old pictures in my home but I like this most. It has this magical sensation that every time when I’m down in dumps, a look at the sunlit veranda and the mere glimpse of the shades of leaves on the wall behind my mother, rejuvenates my soul and sensing the pride in the eyes of young mother and feeling the confidence in her posture makes me smile.
Standing in front of Pomelo tree and holding her first born child, my mother is looking proud of herself.
Our school was not far and a walk back to home was not more than five minutes but when it was hot, it felt the distance would never end, and only the idea of drinking cold lemonade would give us much needed strength.
Today when so much has changed, the heat wave of summer season remained same and this morning while buying vegetables, I also bought some fresh lemons and thinking about sweet and sour memories of my childhood, I smiled.
I’m a mother of two and my mom was a mother of seven, she was strict but in the scorching heat of June’s sun the way she prepared lemonade showed her love for her kids.
This post is a response to Three Line Tales, Week Fifteen by SONYA author of the blog Only 100 Words.
TLT photo prompt by Erol Ahmed
The warm and bright sun tried its best but it failed to make me smile. Today, I was missing you and was crying a lot.
Everyone was trying to make me laugh but I only smiled and wiped my tears off when mama whispered in my ear that she was baking croissants for me.
The croissants were so delicious. I didn’t count but I believe that I ate lot of them and only stopped when a servant came with a huge package.
Mama opened it and I couldn’t believe my eyes. Papa, it was a doll house. Do you remember that I was asking you to get me one? But, I’m confused. You have told me that every package contains the name of its sender but there was no name written on it.
I was asking mama and she was smiling. Perhaps, it’s a gift from fairy; for, mama thinks that I’m behaving really well these days.
Papa, I’ve learned my tables. I’m brushing my teeth twice a day and I never forget to clean my room.
There’s a lot to tell and much to share. I wish you could saw that large cake with my name written on it.
Mama says that you’re busy in serving the nation. I don’t know what she means but what I really know is that that I only want you to be here with me.
Mama is calling me to bed and I need to stop writing now.
Love you papa
Changing clothes of her one-week-old child, Sara observed that her three-year-old daughter standing by the window was looking out at something.
There were cream colored eggs in the sparrows nest and the child was curiously observing them.
Sara tenderly stroked the hair of her daughter and said, “Soon there’ll be cute little babies in the nest.”
Her daughter shrieked in an amazement and asked, “Will mama sparrow would also lay on a hospital bed with a needle in her hand?”
The question was so sudden that Sara found it difficult to come up with some answer. And, at that very moment baby started to cry.
Sara rushed towards his cot and took him up in her arms.
After the baby stopped crying. Sara thought of her daughter’s question and smiled. She had never realized that kids are good at observing their surroundings.