Summer Diaries


“A happy childhood can’t be cured. Mine will hang around my neck like a rainbow, that’s all, instead of a noose. “

Sometimes when you try to recollect your past, you stumble upon some beautiful, few funny and a bit disappointing memories. I fiddle with my nerves to bring the memory threads on my pensive.

So one day we all were sitting on our porch and like always there was a power cut. My brother and my other elder cousin sisters were missing. I was too afraid to go inside to check their whereabouts. I could hear their giggles but when I called their name they stopped making noise. I asked my mother to bring them out as I thought I was missing something really important. My mother called them and they said they will be out soon but with a surprise for all. Now we all got excited to see what the surprise was?

Suddenly the bunch of my cousins came out giggling and to my utter surprise behind them was the cutest girl I have ever seen 😉 . My brother stood there giggling wearing a beautiful long red skirt and a colorful black and white top with it. A broad red color plastic hair band was shining on top of his head beautifying his black sleek hair. He curtsied to us on which everyone started laughing loudly 😀 .On receiving such a response he further enhanced his acts and took the ends of his flare and started taking circles doing the common step of a famous dance form called Ghoomar. This act of his left us in splits 😀 and we all were rolling on the floor 😀



On another day I was sitting on the slab of the porch when my brother suddenly came and pushed me to frighten me. I must have been about 3 years old then and suddenly out of fit of rage I abused him by calling him Dog. The next thing I remember is a red flash on my face and me bawling loudly until my mother came out. She looked at my uncle and asked him what happened on which he answered I slapped your daughter as she uttered abusing word on her brother. I have forgotten that slap long ago . It was my mother who retailed me this incident when I once told her that how much I hate people using abusing and cursing words. Sometime some simple incidents even without your acknowledgment , do change your life for betterment 🙂


After sometime when my little diaper cousins started growing up they entertained us in various manners. One of my cousin (he reads all my memoirs) use to sing songs for us. Now you would say what is so funny about singing songs. The fun part is the kind of voice he had at that time. He had a husky voice which is rare for kid of three years old. And he had a favorite song which he used to sing in loop until someone hushed him to stop. This song is still intact in my memory “Duniya mai aaye to love karo…thoda sa jee lo thoda mar lo “ (If you have come in this world than take the flavor of love and live a bit and die a bit ) How true it seems now when I understand the meaning behind the words.

There is one other cousin of mine who too is an avid follower of my blog did something that remains in memory. One day he was asked to call upon us for lunch. He was a very cute looking with long curly hair and very sweet voice. He used to talk in very low volume with pauses in the sentences like elders do. So he stood outside our gaming zone and knocked our door. I opened the door and he politely told me to come down for lunch. I told him we are busy in conversation and would come only after ending it. On this he said to all of us “Dear sis and brothers…Please let’s have lunch which is waiting for us and then we will have conversation and discussions”. We all got up and went downstairs for lunch. A kid of 3 years old taught us the lesson that god resides in food and we should eat it as and when offered. We are fortunate enough to get our meals of all times. So respect it 🙂


To be continued …..

Please read the other chapters if you have missed them from below :

Chapter 1





74 thoughts on “Summer Diaries

  1. 😀 When you described your brother wearing a girl’s dress and all it makes me smile because my cousins and I did this to my brother back then too! 🙂 If they are a good sport we can get away with it! 😛 Your cutie cousin of 3 years old is so adorable calling you for lunch. 🙂 Sounds like a leader. 🙂

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  2. Loved the part about your brother being dressed up 😄 So cute. A month ago, I pulled my brother’s hair into a little pigtail on top of his head because he hadn’t cut his hair for a while but he just glared at me and flipped the clip off his head 😄 You’re right, they absolutely hate it 😀 Your memoirs are so lovely, Neerja Di. You’ve had one colourful childhood 😍💋

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    1. Yeah brothers are annoying and loving at the same time 😉 and I love irritating them 😛 those silly fights were fun 🙂 when you start having your own family and life …these memories come as refreshments 🙂 bring smile on your face 🙂


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    Be cheerful, it’s contagious 🙂

    You are a Writer of another level. Awestruck 🙂

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    I do covers and I am a writer by heart.

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    Thankyou for your time.
    Stay Gorgeous. 🙂

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  4. This is such a lovely post Neerja 🙂

    You had a happy childhood.
    I enjoyed reading about your brother’s act and such profound and vivid memories go on to show how deep an impact those events must have had on you.

    Love and light ❤

    Anand 🙂

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    1. Thank you Anand 🙂 Yeah I had blissful childhood 🙂 Sometime we ourselves forget what is hidden in our memories 🙂 But when you try to recollect your past and then it makes a perfect picture which help you to realize how important were those events in your life 🙂

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  5. you are now tempting me to get back to dose days when we actually had life , love and the most important happiness.
    Feeling sorry for the next generation which gonna miss a lot from it.
    Even we can’t , changes are for good but not always.

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  6. When we were kids….I loved dressing up my brother as a girl…I would put clips on his hairs and make him wear our mom’s saree..he was too adorable…could have given competition to girls of his age, in cuteness :D…nice post Neerja!

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    1. ha ha 😀 that was so cute 😉 though my bro was elder to me …I too made small rasna ponies in his hair at times 😉 Childhood is one of the best times when we don’t think to much about gender stereotype 🙂 Thank you so much ❤

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  7. How beautifully you pen down your memoir NJ! The flawless words with perfect meaning to it, and yes once in our life time we all turn or cute little brothers into a shy little girl,I was no exception to it.. 😛
    In love with your diaries.. ❤

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  8. Wow.. Tiny Tiny memories.. Given a lot many big lessons about life..
    I think You have to increase the length of the post.. So that I can read it read it and read it.. Waiting for the next part.. 🙂

    Reliving my past through your memoirs.. M out of words cause this is so special.. 🙂
    Love you Neerja.. Keep on writing.. This memoirs makes me feel like you are a part of my life.. 🙂
    ❤ Loves alot.. 🙂
    Come up with the next soon!!

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    1. Thank you so much nimzy darling ❤ …Every time I start writing these memoir I feel so nostalgic …just thinking of things that made me who I am and how everyone in my family knowingly or unknowingly has contributed in making me a better person 🙂 Love you too ❤ for showering so much love on me 🙂 ❤

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