Never ForgetI remember the colour of my milk bottle's cover was red. I remember it from the time my mom had just put me on bed at when I think we had just moved to our new place in a small suburban town near Delhi. I know my parents always left me with my grandma everytime they used to travel but I know I was loved.
I remember running back from Smiling Roses after my nursery almost ran into the wall of the front garden. It was made of red bricks spaced out like having little windows to see through. I think the excitement at the doorstep must have been the smell of the amazing basmati I was expecting for lunch. On the way to the kitchen saw my grandad and did the '
peripauna'. A handsome old man, I never really knew. But i did remember getting 10 bucks every birthday!
It took my parents two hard tries to get me into Anthony's. They probably knew what the next twelve years were going to be there. Can't believe I couldn't say red as the colour of roses in my first interview. So I was one year older to the rest of my class.
Mother Pia, Santina Ma'm, Ashish, Deepika, Sundari Ma'm, Mandeep, Mehta Ma'm, Bhawna, Neha, Sharat, and the list never ended. Friends or teachers alike I was loved, I knew I was. The wonderful years at school from being a class monitor to an artist to school captain to 'nice' to many friends to even a classified teacher's pet, life was simply beautiful.
I could tell when I was nine how amazing my parents were in bringing me and my sister up : keeping us the top priority of their little world. And then there were '
Maaji', Pappu uncle, Laadi aunty, Haribir aunty and even Badi Mamma. Love, more love, often never even appreciated.
I guess paradise must get boring because I wanted to leave to see more, out of my little town and my little world. And I got an opportunity.
More friends more knowledge even more wisdom? Just when I thought it was the most beautiful I saw a new sunrise.
What can I say, I'm so thankful for Life is good. Something to always remember and never forget.
-uglymoth
