The childhood is a time which when one is going through wants to tick fast but the passing time becomes longing never to revert back to. It was time when birds and we used to sing and moan together.Open fields with lush green grases used to make our day. The flowing jehlum with wast sands of bank formations used to complete our imagined constructions. Such used to be the time and space that consuming within it was only the purpose of life.
I remember the early months of spring which with it's cascadings from the mountains filled our eyes with energy to live near them. The summer with it's torrent rains, Our collections of mashrooms for mouth watering dishes was all the task we had as homework those days. The natural flowering plants and bird chirppings to hear were the pleasant tourings outside our homes. The summer used to take place of spring but our life giving activities used to expand rather shrink.
Jehlum is in my backyard and with summer bathing in it was the usual to begin the day before schools. This...