Childhood…..
The cherishable phase in a man’s life….
Everyone one will be having a few of their childhood
memories no matter where they reach and how they are ………..
I clearly remember a phase where I had all the innocence in
the world.
I am the darling of my parents.An obedient and cute kid.
I used to be a calm and silent girl .
I might be around six years at that time.I used to go to
school punctually everyday and my mom used to wave me tata
On the way there used to be an aunty (My dad’s friend’s
wife) who used to be an amazing cook.She used to bake all the yummy stuff for
me and would be waiting for me .I would then forget all about school and would
happily go with her to her home and enjoy till evening.I don’t remember how
many days I did it.Once its evening,I used to go home like nothing happened.My
mom never doubted me.
One day suddenly my
mom visited my school and found out that I haven’t turned in that day.She
informed my dad and they were worried.It
was a small village and my mom started searching everywhere.She somehow
accidentally came to that aunt’s place and found me.
I still shiver remembering that day ;)
I got nice beatings for my lil adventure.
That was the memory I cherish the most as I used to have such delicious food …..My
mouth still waters just at the thought.
I was a sincere girl.Back from school,I would finish my
homework,fresh up and then would go to play till 6.That order everyday.Once a
bluemoon,I used to play too long and invited the punishments from my mom.I used
to love tamarind and still love anything sour...
During summer,I used to go to this home where there was a
lovely girl.she used to treat me like a sister.Their family adored mine and my
mom had no issues to send me over there.Me n that akka(Sister in telugu) used
to cut raw mangoes and sprinkle pepper,redchilli and salt.And lo!!! The best
taste would be waiting….I don’t know what spices they actually used but it
didn’t bother me at that age.
My akka had a brother.I remember him as someone with hair
all over the body and a moustache and he used to buy me loads of
chocolates.They were much elder to me.May be 14 to 20 years elder. I
was the doll in the neighbourhood with all the good manners.Thanks to my mom.
Almost every other day I used to be at their home…eating ….and
the natural mehendi they used to prepare for my tiny little hands with
jaggery,tea powder and what not I remember.They had this rooftop which you can
climb onto through a ladder and akka’s mom would prepare snacks for us… And such days sometimes I would climb on with
that anna(Brother ) and would enjoy the breeze.
As I seemed to enjoye the breeze,that guy whom I called anna
would enjoy by touching me dirtily…He used to touch me and do horrible
stuff.But I never understood all that and started disliking him.I might have
puked sometimes too.It all remains at the bottom of my heart like a dream...I didn’t know the meaning of private parts nor did I hear
about child abuse.I couldn’t understand yet hated that. I didn’t tell my mom.I
didn’t tell anyone that time.Nor did I tell anyone till now.
But sometimes still in
my dreams I get that horrid picture and wake up all scared.It happens to
me mainly when am low.This till date remains the main part of my childhood as
it erased all my happy memories.I was very happy to get away from that
place.But I somehow couldn’t yet tell
anyone that this goes on for like I don’t know till when.I wish I could
remember his face,meet him and tell him what a disgusting person he is!!! I am thankful
yet coz this made me stronger somehow !!My perspective towards life changed. But I cant change the fact that it haunts me too....
Apart from this I had few nice moments to hold on to protect myself from that disturbing memory....The principal of my school,my class teacher,our neighbours.....The first of the sweet,nice and so mannered people I was to meet......I cant remember their faces..but I kinda remember the time spent with each one of them...It is etched in my memory as a fairy tale...They all still adore me and treat me like the same little doll. We often meet and they wonder every other time as to how much I have grown up.The love they used to shower is something that I hold on and thats where I have learnt to spread love.And thats the reminiscence of my childhood.
P.S: Please educate your kids about their body and teach them to live without anything holding them back.
Never try to silence a kid.A kid's voice is genuine and should be heard .
Never try to silence a kid.A kid's voice is genuine and should be heard .
Please cherish the best moments and let go of the bad ones.They might teach you something if you are willing to let them out of your mind.