I am the eldest child in my family and was
born after seven years of my parent’s marriage. You can very well imagine what
a rare gem I am for them. I was fondled lavishly and a single tear from my eye
would bring ten from my mother’s eye. When I started walking with the help of
baby-walker, my parents held a grand feast. Noises of every type fascinated me.
When the Balloon seller was passed our lane, I used to run after him. My mother
would buy the balloon filled with air. It made sweet noise when it was jerked
about. She also bought beautiful toys which had a whistle fitted underneath.
When I pressed the doll, she, would squeak. When I was three years old, my
birthday was celebrated with great pomp and show. My parents might have celebrated
my first and second birthdays as well, but they have not left any trace in my
memory. My relatives had brought beautiful toys for me.
When the toy car was left
on the floor, it would run for some distance. When Joker was wound up, it would
blow a trumpet. It was a strange world when. My parents were ready to bring
moon from the sky.
Once, a juggler with two monkeys
came to our street. He showed monkey tricks which engaged my attention. The he-monkey
fell in love with she-monkey. She refused to marry the male monkey. He-monkey
went to his father-in-law’s house wearing a colorful dress. I cannot forget the
scene at his in-law’s house. I also liked the tricks shown by the juggler.
I was taken to the school when I
was five years old. My parents had carried sweets to be distributed among the
students. I was wearing a new dress and my mother had groomed me with great.
Both my parents left me there and walked back home. I shouted and cried but
there was no help. My tears could not bring them back. The teacher talked
gently and asked other students to make friends with me.
I grew up very fast. My friends
grew in number and we started playing pranks with our neighbors. We used to
enter any house and press the button of the call-bell. When the owner came out,
we used to run away as fast as our legs could carry us.
These memories are things of the
past and a huge bag of books and heavy home-work is left-behind.