Hopping memories after Grasshoppers
Another day here it is and though it’s a bit cloudy, the charm is not lost. If only I would have been able to touch the clouds and daydream! It’s so nice to feel the child within and for some instances let it roll out from the façade of the deep mind. Some morning when I get up I try to hang on to the dreams of my lost childhood days. Then I see my son sleeping beside me and sudden reality gets hold of my senses. I slowly wake him up to get ready for school though in the fold my mind I lay to sleep the child in me who was preparing some home works for school in the last dream of the morning. Many nights I lay awake and try to feel the smirks on my sons face. I wonder what he might have been dreaming about!
Those were the days when we used to hop around in our garden after the colorful grasshoppers and my Aunts used to cry from inside as there used to be leeches around. But who was sacred, at least not me! I remember that we friends used to have those clear transparent plastic bags and then catch hold of the smaller grasshoppers and put them inside the bags. To be honest I used to be little scared of the bigger ones then. In the last part of the evening we used to count the grasshoppers and declared the winner who could gather the greatest numbers. We used to prick the plastic bag with needles to let them breathe in. The humming sound of the collection I still remember very clearly. Then if we press our face on the plastic bag there would be a strange ripple sensation which we used to enjoy very much. Before winding up our play for the day we used to free those wonderful grasshoppers from our bags and laugh out loud as they will fly around us and sit on our head or frock. May be they were not scared of us that time anymore as the routine was kind of every day ceremony for us. I miss those hopping days and the ripple on my face with the humming of the grasshoppers so much!
Our shoes used to be all dirty by running around in the garden but then we were not much bothered about that. Our frocks used to be dirty as well. It was really great on the part of our guardians as they allowed us such a freedom to run around in the yards. I feel bad about my son that we could not give him the carefree upbringing we used to have. The childhood connection with the nature was such important now only it is felt. Every morning we used to pick up nice colourful flowers to make garlands to offer in the prayer room. Then the fragrance of those slices of past sometimes lingers so strong that I get up with a strong urge to run out and pluck the flowers. But alas it’s gone with the breeze of the present!
Red bottlebrush flowers………!!!!!
There were two big bottlebrush trees in the entrance of our ancestral home. The trees used to be in full bloom and the shade was our play den. We used to sling on the hanging brunches of the trees and then pluck red flowers to play with. The red flowers used to be numerous prop in our countless games. During the afternoons we used to pick up fruits from the tress like olives, different seasonal berries, oranges etc and sit under the shade of the bottle brush to relish with friends. Even we used to sing and dance a lot under those trees envisaging ourselves as the lost princess in the garden and what were those days were to get completely lost in our own world! We did not play dolls in our childhood. We were a group of girls with cousins; friends and we used to roll play all along but were not interested in dolls. Now I wonder why we were not playing or simply enjoying dolls that time. But then I cannot reply myself. May be we were more involved with our playmates then to care about dolls, well actually this is what I am thinking now.
There are many pieces of childhood flashback which comes back to me frequently. Then I see my son and try to get lost in his dreams of PSP, Play station many game CDs etc. But then it feels so much alien to me. May be if I would have a daughter it would have been little easier to relate. But then it’s nice to console that way as I am not aware the present trend in small girls as well. The dirt, the grasshoppers, the red bottle brush with the slices of daydream may be these will all be alien to my son if I share with him now. Nevertheless, I really enjoy these daydreams a lot and the visits to my very early cheery childhood memories is always a way to unwind and relax. But then sometimes the present hits hard and heart wants to just hang on with the past. If only it would have been possible!