My Wonderland !!!


The Gate at the White House With one step on this gate and a small push from the other, I would swing into another world. Wind blew through my hair and brushed my face with gentle strokes as I would swing to and fro. As I closed my eyes I would suddenly realize an extraordinarily amplified sense of perception. I would immediately start painting a visual canvas in my mind with the brushes of my imagination. On every swing of the gate I could hear a voice in the rustling of leaves and see moving lips on tree trunks. Chirping of birds and the glimmer of sun through the leaves would all suddenly start making sense. The shimmering and glistening leaves as I go around swinging would all have their own stories to tell and I listened patiently … amused and day dreamed. This gate as it stands today was a passport to my own little wonderland where I was alone without the frightening school bullies and scaring wardens.

My own little wonderland near the white house.

Walking through a lost lane

La Martinière School - Main Building
Image by Saad.Akhtar via Flickr

Shashank and I went out on 15th August for a casual drive through the city when we spotted the majestic “Constantia” from a distant road. I was completely overwhelmed with my childhood memories and I asked Shashank if he would like to take a tour through the school. He happilly nodded. It was drizzling and the weather was perfect. I turned in from the Golf Course and drove through the school property to park under the IIIrd dormitory (the dorm where students from 3rd to 6th standard were lodged) Barely able to cover our heads from the rain by arching our hands, we splashed through the puddles of water and jumped into the corridor…. As I walked through the dingy corridor with falling plaster all around, I was filled with a sense of belonging, a sense of non-separability. Flashes of running joyfully through these corridors, playing tug-of-war with each other’s towels in the washes and taking the cane on our bums brought me to a standstill. I gazed up at the building thinking only if I could be that young boy again I would happily give up all that I have today. What if I could turn back the hands of clock and live the most delicious memories of my life again?

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