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| Photo by Jill Wellington |
I spent most of my childhood in the city, but some of my great moments comes back to me from the memories from my childhood spent with my grandparents. Those memories still are an inseparable part of my life now. Which I can't go back to but can only reminiscence happily.
“Nobody can do for little children what grandparents do. Grandparents sort of sprinkle stardust over the lives of little children.”
– Alex Haley
I grew up in a not so small city, where most of my childhood life was spent, but some of my memorable moments are from the village where I used to visit every year, that is my grandparent's house. I was always excited whenever I was going to visit my grandparents as they were my source of inspiration for all of my unique creativity and thinking skill, in those boring times of city life where I always use to feel isolated. Every time I visited them, there was always some sort of joy and excitement as each time there was something that I used to learn and what I used to love is how they made me learn through some unique approach or methods. At the end I use to grasp all those lessens somehow which still amazes me even today. Eventually All those memories of childhood happiness are still there but the people who use to teach them and the vagueness of those limitless query makes me wistfully lonely sometimes.
Moving on to all those sad parts, let me give a brief intro about myself before I start my stories, about my pre-teen days exploration. I grew up in a very open minded yet very traditional household. I was always made well connected with my cultural, literature and traditional aspects. This never meant that always used to grew bored of all those learning stuffs but in fact I was interested in learning those, you can assume I was bit on a nerdy side but in reality, I felt that those are the things that made me deliver myself to others in better way also I can always stay connect to my roots. I was very shy and introverted and was very hesitant to talk to others. My friends always found it hard to approach me as I use to create a barrier to those I didn't talk. Thus, I was always connected to my grandparents during my childhood as they were my best friend for those lonesome days.
I'm a single child so having no sibling or friend around that time made me bit hesitant to share my feelings, to those days my all-time hideout was my grandparents, I still look for those times when my grandpa and me used to sit beside the lake and chat about all of my secrets and gossips of the school time and I always used to get happy to share even the silliest topics , without any hesitation as they were my dedicated secret holder. I learned many life lessons from my grandpa and grandma and those lessons were always helpful during my hard times. I enjoyed the times in the village as I used to explore those which I was never able to in the cities. The lively trees, greenery of the paddy fields and meadows, the freedom which I used to feel in those winds were sufficient for me to fight all of my worries during those day.
The journey to those days was itself self-healing. The beautiful yet dreamy views from the window of the trains and the endless exploration felt like a discovery and adventure to the familiar but still an unspecified destination. I really miss those childhood memories when I was excited even before a month or weeks before the journey. Nowadays the journey seems like an endless struggle with an unrewarding result, as the people who used to make those struggle fruitful are not there, neither is the happiness which came unknowingly to the thought of meeting them.
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| Photo by Ana Madeleine Uribe |
The visit always had something surprising to explore even the small thing like the trees, flowers or ant sort of insect, which would excite me with something seen yet still Unkown facts. The sceneries change its scenarios at every change of season. The festivals had their own color and cultures. The life there was going on with its own steady path without any rush from the outside world, it seems like the beauty is left untouched here and will stay the same as ever, different from those city life where even the time seems to flow in an unknow dash of endless run.
The hospitality of the people there was always the one which touched my heart, even the stranger you met today is ready to reach out for any help you need anytime. Not to mention their personality was very friendly and helpful, as people always reach you out if you are in some sort of trouble. Those days are engraved in my memories even slightest of the moments, remembering those sometimes helps me to deal with any of my hard time. That's why my visit to my grandparents always have a special place in my heart. I wish I could have said to them earlier that what I want is to have them forever with them to share every memory and secret with them and that I still and always will love them, but sometimes somethings are always left unsaid, me telling them this will always a forever regret of mine.
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| Photo by Dominika Roseclay |
I made a lot of memories with them, a lot of mistakes that I wish I could apologize for, and I know what their answers would be with comforting hug and a smile in their faces. A lot of secrets I have which I want to share with them, many new experiences which once was told by them but still the eagerness to tell the whole story and their patience to hear the whole story with lot more anticipation than anyone. I miss them a lot but what my grandparents always made me learn was to move on, so even if I have a story to tell I let them know, you may be asking how?... Well, they're still at my heart and soul, so I get that feeling that they can also hear me and are still waiting to hear more with a pleasing smile that I wish I could see more....
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