“Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth.”
Standing there viewing the world around me made me mesmerized once again. To the one side of the road stood the dense forest where you could not find any trail of human life.
And to the sheer surprise another one held a village inhabiting humans. My brother used to start running towards our home but me being the shy one use to walk beside my mother. Holding her wane, I use to peep and observe people who use to greet my parents. Sometimes I use to give a wry smile to the people who called my name lovingly. Those steps from the road to our home were the most uneasy steps for me.
My brother who was an extrovert was unruffled by this change of surroundings. He always entered from backyard and hid himself in the kitchen.
I always entered from the front with my parents.
My mother use to pretend that he has not accompanied us on this trip to which my grandmother use to get disappointed and at that moment he use to unveil himself from behind. We use to laugh aloud on this 😀.At that time I never understood why they played this game of hide and seek each and every year. But now when I recall that moment I realize that it was to make the reunion more jovial. It was the way when two kids, one old and other young meet each other 🙂 In our custom when we meet, we touch feet of all the elderly people present there at home and in return they hug us and throw a thousand kisses on our face 😛 I use to get irritated with these kisses but now when I am on the other side I too, do the same 😉
So after this meeting ritual we use to mingle with our cousins whom we have forgotten a bit from our last trip. Sometimes some new ones were there, who would have been born in that duration of a year. We were divided into three equal age categories… the big ones who were quite big and were in high standards and would come for a small duration of time… than there came our group which was headed by my cousin sister who was the eldest amongst us… and the last one included the crawling and diaper ones 😀.
Early morning we would accompany our mothers or anyone’s mother to a nearby canal for taking bath.
The bath had two benefits, firstly free plays in water and the most important one free mangoes 😉. The village is house of thousands of mango trees. Our home was surrounded by a three mango orchard having the most delicious mangoes I have eaten so far. It had three very famous varieties Dasheri, Langra and Kalami.
The orchards had few trees of litchi and guava too. We were dragged out of the canal sometimes we came our own with the fake promise that in the evening we would be allowed to go the river Kosi. After coming back from our local swimming sessions we attacked the delicious food made by my grandmother. She was the best cook for me after my mom. The yummy mango chutneys with hot paratha was one of the best breakfast I have ever had.
After overloading our stomachs, we use to run towards our room for playing our games. Nobody was allowed in our zone not even our mothers 😛.We always kept a kid cousin of ours as sentinel to keep check that no other amongst them should enter our gaming zone. The prize in return was an entry to our kingdom 😉 The game was the character play where each one was assigned some character and they had to behave accordingly. We were six to seven in numbers and we never had any fight 🙂 ..Never 🙂
After much persuasion we were brought downstairs for having our lunch, which included Dali, rice, roti and Subzi and the desert was sweet mangoes. My grandmother use to put mangoes in a bucket full of water as we didn’t have fridge at that time. We were allowed to have as many mangoes as our stomach could intake. And we have many funny stories linked with it 😉 But that will be shared later on 😛
The evening was the best time as we were taken to the river side of the Kosi. And there the breathtaking view awaited us.
Note : Check here for Summer Diaries : Chapter 1
To be continued ……