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Revisiting the childhood days again....
#WritcoStoryPrompt6
I can never forget the joyous days of my childhood, especially the summer when all we did was swim in the river or lie on it's edge relaxing in the warm cool weather fetching some fishes only with the idea of later getting it cooked by one of our mother's. Not to mentioned Hrishikesh' mother is a great cook and her hand made spicy fish curry are delish and fulfilling. For lunch we all had to reach home by 1o' clock otherwise we were not going to get anything to eat. And like all other good boys of our village we tried to reach our homes few minutes earlier.Those days of laughter and fun never returned but the friendship of us grew stronger as we grew together . On hot summer evenings we were advisable not to play till late as we had to complete the hometasks given by our school master. But being the naughtiest boy of our family I never completed the worksheets and thereafter always got punishments. There were different types of punishments in our village school and these were decided by our headmaster. He was the most strict person I've ever known and met. I always wanted to experience the different punishments but the only punishment I get was standing outside the classroom with holding ears or posing like a hen, And that's an awkward punishment to accept and do it in front of all of my friends. Still had to obey without showing any hesitation. When my friends had to go through this typical punishment they tried to pretend that they had realizations of their mistakes and so they should be forgiven but their tricks couldn't persuade them and eventually it leads them to danger. I still remember our conversations on comics in between classes of subjects we considered to be boring. Likely during tiffin hours me and my four friends made paper boats on rainy days or colorful paper birds on sunny days to fly after the school gets over. At that time we had pre plans ready for lazy sunday afternoons and only waited to proceed.Those plans were very simple but too nostalgic for me,
"Maa , can I watch chota bheem and Tom & Jerry with my friends ?
she replied okay but don't give trouble to the aunties ."
I smilingly replied okay maa.....
While my friends ....
" Come outside fast ! ,we had to reach bijoy's home before the cartoon gets started."
Meanwhile me finishing eating the mangoes replied , wait there coming !!!!
Left the plate on the table itself and with a messy hands and face ran out seeking a glance at the clock.
Fear of ghost was another dilemma of mu childhood. Watching it in sitting in mu mother's lap sometimes hiding my eyes and often loudly cried out before intermission. But my friends were brave enough but they didn't knew but they learnt that later on when I got scared and fainted during horror story telling. Every friday evenings Hrishikesh's grandfather told us one horror story and that too his experienced and some are his made up. He was a great story teller and a good person by heart. After he passes by we stopped the friday evening get-togethers but henceforth the story tellings continued till many years. We started to believe grandfather never left us and it still feels the same now.
© Architakumar96
I can never forget the joyous days of my childhood, especially the summer when all we did was swim in the river or lie on it's edge relaxing in the warm cool weather fetching some fishes only with the idea of later getting it cooked by one of our mother's. Not to mentioned Hrishikesh' mother is a great cook and her hand made spicy fish curry are delish and fulfilling. For lunch we all had to reach home by 1o' clock otherwise we were not going to get anything to eat. And like all other good boys of our village we tried to reach our homes few minutes earlier.Those days of laughter and fun never returned but the friendship of us grew stronger as we grew together . On hot summer evenings we were advisable not to play till late as we had to complete the hometasks given by our school master. But being the naughtiest boy of our family I never completed the worksheets and thereafter always got punishments. There were different types of punishments in our village school and these were decided by our headmaster. He was the most strict person I've ever known and met. I always wanted to experience the different punishments but the only punishment I get was standing outside the classroom with holding ears or posing like a hen, And that's an awkward punishment to accept and do it in front of all of my friends. Still had to obey without showing any hesitation. When my friends had to go through this typical punishment they tried to pretend that they had realizations of their mistakes and so they should be forgiven but their tricks couldn't persuade them and eventually it leads them to danger. I still remember our conversations on comics in between classes of subjects we considered to be boring. Likely during tiffin hours me and my four friends made paper boats on rainy days or colorful paper birds on sunny days to fly after the school gets over. At that time we had pre plans ready for lazy sunday afternoons and only waited to proceed.Those plans were very simple but too nostalgic for me,
"Maa , can I watch chota bheem and Tom & Jerry with my friends ?
she replied okay but don't give trouble to the aunties ."
I smilingly replied okay maa.....
While my friends ....
" Come outside fast ! ,we had to reach bijoy's home before the cartoon gets started."
Meanwhile me finishing eating the mangoes replied , wait there coming !!!!
Left the plate on the table itself and with a messy hands and face ran out seeking a glance at the clock.
Fear of ghost was another dilemma of mu childhood. Watching it in sitting in mu mother's lap sometimes hiding my eyes and often loudly cried out before intermission. But my friends were brave enough but they didn't knew but they learnt that later on when I got scared and fainted during horror story telling. Every friday evenings Hrishikesh's grandfather told us one horror story and that too his experienced and some are his made up. He was a great story teller and a good person by heart. After he passes by we stopped the friday evening get-togethers but henceforth the story tellings continued till many years. We started to believe grandfather never left us and it still feels the same now.
© Architakumar96
