A childhood friend sent me his invitation
for his wedding..it jus made me realise his
house is located near to d place where my
family docs hospital used to be... dis was not
any hospital...it was d place where d dream to
be a doc was reinforced...
It was located in one of d most btful
serene places..absolutely quiet away from d
city..there r lotta memories attached to that
place..d banyan trees whose barks i used to
hang on as a toddler..a huge well which i at d
age of 5 thought grew d most btfuly chopped
grass..mnths later when i threw a stone
inside i realised it was a sheen of green
algae( ya i thgt algae was btful thn which
funnily if i relate to dat particular well-i still
find it btful)...this ganpati temple -now i aint
religious..bt i remember ringing d sole bell
dat hung in front of it some particular no. of
times..i liked d noise of it...as i liked d cooing
of d cuckoo-it never sounded so btful to
ears..d tiles dat lead to d hospital where i
gladly played "chip langdi"...d gynaec wards i
peeped into to see small babies,somne
dozzing off..some yawning..some potting
around..d compounder uncle who bribed me
wid sweet cough tabs dat i liked back
then-for narrating a poem....d rotating stool
in d docs cabin..you might say whtz d big deal
about d rotating stool-back then-i found it to
be a joyous ride sitting on it n whirling
around..oh n i had a lil more than few
injection shots there...some really painful
shots-i wud ask d doc for my fav nurse who
was my fav cos she wud give those shots wid
less pain-yea thr was always a comparative
degree then..i was a very enthusiastic kid
when in d docs cabin..i jus wanted to know
which colour tabs he gave for which
ailment..(yea as 4-5 yr old i thought colours r
d criteria for allotment;)evrytime i visited dat
place i wud tell d doc-"im going to be a
doctor too!" n assuming d no. of times i got
friendly wid illness--i think that must be like
a hundreds of times..
today years later when all those
memories r just brought back-i cant help
feeling dat lil stir in my heart..funnily when
those memories were being formed i never
realised dey cud make me feel dis way about
them..what was so different then? i think
those moments where i truly lived "being
myself" fearlessly without any worries..n
widout getting lost in d chaos of a world r all
worth cherishing...years go by-but d magic
never fades..someday dis day today if im
able to live "being myself" will go down as a
beautiful memory in d collection..u never
know !
