Chapter 1: Childhood Thoughts
As yet another lengthy responsible day simply passed by, the music faded away as well.
He stood up, took a very long stretch, a long breathe, and also then proceeded towards the kitchen. An cup of nice hot tea would be perfect before writing the concluding paragraph.
He seems tired. Perhaps just a little music could animate his spirit.
The world's asleep. There is silence, warmth, darkness. A complete moment, it appears to obey music. He unlocks his phone, hunts for some arbitrary YouTube videos.
But what's this?
A shot from days gone by.
"Barking at the moon", arises on the monitor. He remembers the song, he used to be controlled by around 10 decades back.
"That has been a long time", he thought because he played the song.
Songs do simply take you back over time.
He felt numb, heavy, a little lost at the time, trapped inside the magic.
"There's absolutely no home such as the one you obtained
Cause that home belongs to you" said the singer.
He remembered something 10 decades ago, that the last farewell to life's most beautiful partner.
Childhood.
It's 2010. He sees his own daddy, breaking up the news, "They need us to keep within their house". Perhaps a few words worse than the usual death news. Why was it? Perhaps it was time to say goodbye to his dwelling.
"Does that mean we are moving off?" He remembered himself asking. "Aren't you happy son? We finally own our house."
"the home?" He thought, struggling hard, his small brain will not cooperate. "That is our home, the one I spent my entire youth in or the one we just found?"
"However, I really don't desire to really go." His weak soul, down to knees, gloomy, begging hard not to leave against his memories, who will haunt him for the rest of his life.
A gorgeous residence, where he climbed up. Surviving in a combined family. His cousins, his grandma, his bicycle, his possessions, are not they all going to shout?
He remembered waking up on a Monday morning, as his mum would prepare him for faculty. Sometimes he'd be late, cause to get a moment a 5 minute extra sleep would do precisely the charm and let him feel revived throughout school. As he will reunite, it is Dragon Ball Z on Television.
He recalled his cousin with an older cathode gun TV out his room. All four of these would sit right in front, see animations till mother made dinner. It was consistently amusing. A pakistani bridal wear.
After lunch, sadly, it was prep time. He remembered his white study table. Beautiful it was, a metallic box attached to top, soft foldable chair welded with the table. Perhaps sitting it had been entertaining than doing his homework. Usually study time not lasted more than 2 hours.
Some one calls out. Oh, it is the the corn seller. Every kid on-street could rush to buy steamed corn, together with spices rubbed with lime or oranges over it. 10 rupees were golden.
Back into studies. But wait, it's another call. This time around it's the Kulfi Wa-la. Sweet kulfi dipped in the hot rower. This time around 5 rupees were golden.
We're done with the research it's time to really go cycling. He remembered the first day that his mom bought him a Sohrab 25-inch, blue bicycle, the most powerful street. It's 5 pm time to compete in bike races. He won, create his bike wasn't any ordinary one.
At this time, it's cricket with the boys on the road. He realized that he used to be the winner cricketer, however, he lost his form because he climbed up.
Summers were relatively more enjoyable. The lights went off from 8 pm to 12 am. A gorgeous time really when the town was blacked out however, the four of these had their particular methods to relish this minute. Can it be caught, or are they gonna play with oonch neech, sins stop perhaps, or perhaps barf pani? Who knew, however, if nothing felt enjoyable, they had made up their very own.
8 10, when mother and aunts would cook dinner whilst the four of them would play with every game on the planet.
Sadly, 10 pm it had been if all of these were called back to have dinner and prepare. But the last installment of"Ahat" or even"CID" will not do some injury. Their uncle would switch to the UPS to allow them to see a few late-night shows.
Dad wanted him to proceed together to buy ice hockey, mum could cool the water in the cooler while making"doodh soda", sometimes "kachi lassi" before going to sleep.
They had open the windows, turn on the exhaust, and put on cool, rainy clothe to offset the hot temperature, finally, sleeping, living an identical beautiful lifetime inside their dreams.
Its 3 am, he suddenly realized the song had stopped an hour or so ago. Was he tired? Or had he traveled? He did not know.
Tears rolled down his eyes as he recalled the worst day after he paid a farewell to his amazing, carefree lifestyle forever.
Packed his possessions, his tiny school purse and left his own real home to get good.
But how was that song so relevant,
Perhaps the traces talked everything.
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