I know I have advanced a lot many donkeys’ years from being a toddler but sometimes I still feel the inner child in me. I am sure most of you would feel the same way when you come across a childhood artefact or just simply the thought of those gorgeous years. I thank god and I can say that I am fortunate enough to have experienced unconditional love at different stages of my life so far…
What is Love?? I can never explain but I sure do know the meaning changes along life’s own perspective. I love being a child so that you can get on with anything and everything you ask for. I always remember the days when I used to play gully cricket with my brother and his friends. I cannot count how numerous was my friends list and how jolly were the birthday parties in our quaint little street.
My sweet brother and I were always partners in crime during those initial years trying to steal unripe mangoes by throwing a stone at the massive trees. Summer was havoc with different activities and I do miss my brother’s unconditional childhood love whenever I see a green mango.
Another love of my life or I’d rather say my primary love was towards books. I have this unusual habit of not leaving a book until its completely read. I have taken a liking towards fiction during my primary years of schooling. Nancy Drew was my all time favourite and it grew up towards reading Sidney Sheldon, Dan Brown, Ayn Rand and many more. Being mama’s gal always had its own advantage as I could always have my favourites without having to ask, both from my Mom as well as my big bro’.
After all these years in a far away land I have become a child again and I experience the unconditional love of my sweetheart. I demand huge teddies, trips around faraway places and sometimes for no reason I become wild and outspoken… but my tantrums are always dealt with a smile and all my demands fulfilled..(by all I truly mean all of them without any exception) and I thank god for such a lovely gift…
What is Love?? I can never explain but I sure do know the meaning changes along life’s own perspective. I love being a child so that you can get on with anything and everything you ask for. I always remember the days when I used to play gully cricket with my brother and his friends. I cannot count how numerous was my friends list and how jolly were the birthday parties in our quaint little street.
My sweet brother and I were always partners in crime during those initial years trying to steal unripe mangoes by throwing a stone at the massive trees. Summer was havoc with different activities and I do miss my brother’s unconditional childhood love whenever I see a green mango.
Another love of my life or I’d rather say my primary love was towards books. I have this unusual habit of not leaving a book until its completely read. I have taken a liking towards fiction during my primary years of schooling. Nancy Drew was my all time favourite and it grew up towards reading Sidney Sheldon, Dan Brown, Ayn Rand and many more. Being mama’s gal always had its own advantage as I could always have my favourites without having to ask, both from my Mom as well as my big bro’.
After all these years in a far away land I have become a child again and I experience the unconditional love of my sweetheart. I demand huge teddies, trips around faraway places and sometimes for no reason I become wild and outspoken… but my tantrums are always dealt with a smile and all my demands fulfilled..(by all I truly mean all of them without any exception) and I thank god for such a lovely gift…
What can I do to repay you ever...
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