Some days gone

I grew up during the days when we believe that the lunar eclipse was a time when the moon was eaten by a monster, so to distract it people would gather to make noise by beating drums and shouting ignorant of it's phenomena. Time passes by so fast leaving just the memory to accompany our present. walking down those memory lanes i often look back with glee so surreal often better describe as pure joy. Nobody robe us of our innocence, the summer holidays were spent running after dragon fly and collecting broom sticks, with just the pleasure of going out to the forest tweaking the small weak left ones as most of the stronger sticks would be taken but excited to trade the collected bunch it for jaggery at the grocery store, the impatient wait for december to built camps to stay in groups, cooking the only food we know, thats baking rice. As we go through different season, it reveals event that make us fall in love all over again, willowing on the hay after the harvest untill rashes appears.i remember eating crushed fig with sugar that makes the tongue numb and tasteless, those happy memories seems like yesterday thinking of it makes me so rich with possession pure and untouched in my heart my most prized. The journey to the paddy fields were always exciting filled with anxiety of finding out how big the peas has grown even when i knew i had just checked a day ago. A child with myriad dreams of simple needs fulfilled by nature, lays besides me now and then, given a chance i would go back to pick up every fallen beans and to walk again bare foot then to wear nike. When i wait for the night to fall only knowing the morning will be ever more beautiful instead thinking how mad the day will be. The day i stop playing you i reckoned my life will lost its soul because those days are an inspiration, a sequence played whether I am awake or asleep.