Down

It's a pleasure... Walking down, down the memory lane, peeping thru the windows and watch the wide sky, and enjoy the windy days, sunshine, rain and cloud, the meadows and its kissing point where the blue merges with it, in boundless boundary! Everything. My dead birdie Chippu is alive and singing song in the cage! The Tamarind, Mango, Coconut Guava trees haven't been cut yet, and the drops of Sun ray is being filtered thru the leafy sky......... Grandma is keeping pickle-jars under sun, to keep it away from fungus and worms! rainbow-shouldered Chanticleer is playing with his friends! Simon, the gardener watering the rose plants, takes the seeds of sun-flower to keep them to the store-house. Mom is much young, smilingly holding the tasks of busy day. My dad is in a meeting. **********$***************** Going down the memory lane I watch this morning, the same morning, bright and shinning with the freshness of a universal day. So many mornings passed and will be, but, only one morning painted in the canvas, will never fade away! The morning of my never-fading childhood! !