Day: November 27, 2008

Reclining on my arm chair in my porch, I go back to the days of my childhood.

Half a century back,  really so long, I cannot believe, I cannot assume, I shrivel, I recollect the day I got to school.

I was lead into my Kindergarten ,by Sister Denis .

The KG teacher,  carried me aloft, and called me “Dolly.”

Sister Denis,introduced me to the class as Meena, my original name.My eyes got moist, as I bade a subdued farewell to my mom,who in turn wiped her eyes and walked out of the class.

I was a quiet girl, very reserved, and much caressed by my teacher.

I was good worker, a keen listener and had a strong memory.

These qualities  are still predominant, and I was a prefect of my class right from KG to sixth form.

I was elected as the School Pupil leader,with thundering majority.

At home, I was a child ,who gave least botheration to my parents.

The domestic staff ,in my household ,simply adored me.

 Now , my children have flown away from me, on pursuit of achievements and excellence.

My husband ,  tries to pull me into social activities and other worldly pursuits.

I dare not.

I wish to be my own self, away from the maddening crowd, unobtrusive, unknown, unfamiliar ,yet studious, serving society without much advertisement,spelling out simple, practical ,advice to whoever   knocks my door.

I wake up from my reverie,as the telephone  starts ringing, bringing me back to the mundane world.