When out of no where this photo cropped up, I went down memory lane! Oh what times those.
That was an yearly routine. Every year, we went out at least once. For 3-4 days. Away from the mad rush called life. Away from the 24*7 doctor life my mom lived. Away from the patients. Away from the phone calls. Away from everything. It was just us. Year after year after year. This was a routine.From Kodaikanal to Ooty to mahabs to Rameshwaram to munaar to the interior jungles of Jharkand, we have done it all.
We pulled each other's legs. Laughed out loud. Walked miles with hands over shoulders in to the distant night. Gossiped. Fought about the changes the country needs. Fought on various other issues. Spoke about boy friends/ girl friends like best friends do. Tried different kinds of Ice creams. Took crazy drives. Slept on each other. Played pranks. smelt rain. Built sand dunes. Drenched in rain. And did every crazy thing we could do, together!
So, during the night family prayers we would laugh and we laughed. Pulled out half way through. Pointed fingers at each other. And the laughing often went till midnight. Much to the "Early to bed - Early from bed" Dad's irritation. And that added to the fun. To let him sleep and then to wake him up.
Often the long drives would be debates. Sometimes the usual Dad sermons. But most times pulling his legs. And we would start laughing again. The last of it was Rameshwaram. And as usual we laughed over the family prayer. Laughed so much that I puked. And then laughed all over again.
Is there any better this world can give than quality family time? Ah! the innocence and purity of love those times had
That was an yearly routine. Every year, we went out at least once. For 3-4 days. Away from the mad rush called life. Away from the 24*7 doctor life my mom lived. Away from the patients. Away from the phone calls. Away from everything. It was just us. Year after year after year. This was a routine.From Kodaikanal to Ooty to mahabs to Rameshwaram to munaar to the interior jungles of Jharkand, we have done it all.
We pulled each other's legs. Laughed out loud. Walked miles with hands over shoulders in to the distant night. Gossiped. Fought about the changes the country needs. Fought on various other issues. Spoke about boy friends/ girl friends like best friends do. Tried different kinds of Ice creams. Took crazy drives. Slept on each other. Played pranks. smelt rain. Built sand dunes. Drenched in rain. And did every crazy thing we could do, together!
So, during the night family prayers we would laugh and we laughed. Pulled out half way through. Pointed fingers at each other. And the laughing often went till midnight. Much to the "Early to bed - Early from bed" Dad's irritation. And that added to the fun. To let him sleep and then to wake him up.
Often the long drives would be debates. Sometimes the usual Dad sermons. But most times pulling his legs. And we would start laughing again. The last of it was Rameshwaram. And as usual we laughed over the family prayer. Laughed so much that I puked. And then laughed all over again.
Is there any better this world can give than quality family time? Ah! the innocence and purity of love those times had
3 comments:
This is so beautiful. I knew your Mother very well as she was our next door neighbor. Your account reminds me of how your Uncle, Aunts,Mum, and grandparents were in those days. There was much singing, praying, and laughter. Yes there was laughter. A great deal of it. - Shyla
What precious memories!! How wonderful!
Memories will live longer. Read with a heavy heart.
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