Posted by: deblinaganguli | March 19, 2015

Memories – An Innocent Question

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Can you tell what the greatest mystery of human nature is? It is probably their unwillingness to live in the present condition (Until and unless you are in love ;-). When we are kids we long to grow up and when the much awaited phase of our life comes with all its challenges, we tend to escape by having a strong desire to return to our childhood, which is MISSION IMPOSSIBLE (as of now, till the Time Machine is invented J).

Well, returning to childhood may not be a practical option but one can relive the moments in their thoughts and memories. Some memories always remain fresh and when you look back at your past, certain things seem to have happened just the other day.

So, here I am to pen down a few stories of my childhood. I had always been a very naughty child with weird thoughts that had always created troubles for my parents, grandparents, uncles, aunts, brothers, sisters, teachers, friends, roadside vendors, cobblers and whom not? (Why I said vendors and cobblers, you will come to know in my next posts.)

I remember clearly that one day a beggar approached me while I was playing in front of my house. My grandfather used to occupy the living room and for some unknown reason, he would never let anybody close the main door of our house until night. Whenever an elder reminded him about the safety of the children (me, my sister and my brother) of the house, he would assure them that he would keep a watch on us which was no more than a myth as he always remained lost in the newspaper and we ‘youngsters’ would always make the most of the opportunities.

So when the beggar approached me instead of my grandfather, I thought I should act like a grownup, responsible person. Kindness ruled my heart. I rushed into the house only to discover that my mom went to take a shower and there is no hope of getting money for the beggar. My God! What would I do now? How could I return the beggar empty handed? I had to do something and suddenly I caught sight of the Alna (a piece of furniture to keep clothes). There were sarees, trousers, shirts, frocks etc. I knew immediately what my next course of action would be. I took everything and handed over to the beggar. He was more surprised or shall I say shocked than happy and I was satisfied to accomplish my mission escaping the eyes of my grandfather who was as usual lost in his newspaper.

When my mother entered the bedroom, her expression was remarkable. She frowned her eyebrow and looked straight into my eyes knowing fully well that my master mind was behind that empty Alna. I told her the truth and how my act of kindness had benefitted the beggar. When she was about to scream at me, I left her awestruck with my explanation that she only had told me the story of Vivekananda and how he gave away everything he had to help a poor. Now, what could be the answer to such an innocent question? 😉

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Responses

  1. First of all deblina…i m surprised to know that u can write soooo well…ur thoughts hv flown widout any hindrance…glad to knw d generosity u ve xpressed evn durng the buddng yrs…its rightly said
    that its not the wealth that u possess but the character that u possess says u what u r…keep it up!u still hv d sme amount of innoncence n u.stay blessed.

  2. Awesome !

  3. You have told me about your wonderful mischievous acts before… 😀 I enjoyed the story again reading here. We should be careful about what we teach our children. 🙂 Welcome back to the world of blogging, Deblina. Keep writing and keep sharing.

    • Thank you so much moon Di

  4. have just finished reading the childhood memories you wrote . I want to tell you how much I appreciated your clearly written and value based episode of your childhood.

    It expresses the positive aspect of the life, taking an emotional stance on either side of the issue.

    I want to add that you are just awesome and amazing…

    Loads of love and blessings!!!

    Keep up the good work!!!


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