Cotton-wool clouds rolled into the blue sky as I rested in the dark shade beneath a spread of mango green, heavy with fruit.
The mango orchard was full of fragrant flowers and succulent fruits. Birds screeched as they flew from one branch to other. In the whole orchard, I was sitting alone; I looked like a butterfly resting on a leaf.
Suddenly I could hear voices; I looked around as a crowd entered into the orchard. Most of them were school kids, dressed in smart uniforms. Their hands were loaded with coloured toys.
There was a pond in one corner of the orchard, covered by trees. Some kids ran around the pond and few stood on the edge. The children giggled watching themselves in the clear water of the pond. They built pyramids and castles with sand beside the pond.
One child hurled a stone at a sleeping dog as another hurled a shell into the pond water. The first one laughed as the dog ran away with fear and the second laughed at the gentle ripple which spread as the shell fell into the water.
A whistling child came running to me and flashed his two-toothed smile. I made him sit on my lap but he was restless and managed to slip away.
Really, childhood is the best part of life and childhood memories are the sweetest ones to be cherished for the rest of life.
The mango orchard was full of fragrant flowers and succulent fruits. Birds screeched as they flew from one branch to other. In the whole orchard, I was sitting alone; I looked like a butterfly resting on a leaf.
Suddenly I could hear voices; I looked around as a crowd entered into the orchard. Most of them were school kids, dressed in smart uniforms. Their hands were loaded with coloured toys.
There was a pond in one corner of the orchard, covered by trees. Some kids ran around the pond and few stood on the edge. The children giggled watching themselves in the clear water of the pond. They built pyramids and castles with sand beside the pond.
One child hurled a stone at a sleeping dog as another hurled a shell into the pond water. The first one laughed as the dog ran away with fear and the second laughed at the gentle ripple which spread as the shell fell into the water.
A whistling child came running to me and flashed his two-toothed smile. I made him sit on my lap but he was restless and managed to slip away.
Really, childhood is the best part of life and childhood memories are the sweetest ones to be cherished for the rest of life.
6 comments:
Opening lines of this post are terrific and it even holds good to every post in your blog.. man.. u are a dazzling opener.. keep going
Hi Kaushik,
Thank you very much for the compliment.
a picturesque description of events in the orchard, nice one mate
Hi Charan,
I agree with Kaushik, your opening lines are outstanding, throwing your readers deep into the text.
A wonderful description of the "Innocence of Childhood".
Keep your posts coming...
Thanks again my dear pals, Margaret and Sandeep for your support and encouragement.
The comments which you people write give life to every post and also provide enough motivation to write another post.
This reminded me of our summer vacation at our granma's place. Good one !!
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