Time Could Not Destroy My Childhood

Innocence played in my childhood yard. The sun sent then his ray to light my room. I used to kiss my life with the warmth of Nature! Jingle bell rang, our heart sang. The Banyan tree who is the witness of our round, round game, knows everything. The sky would come down... Jubilantly, we touched the clouds, white, grey and tried balancing on our toes to pick up the cotton balls right from the blue! Closing my fatigued eyes, still I see, the vast meadows ahead...... Me and my friends were running after herd of sheep. Jim, my pal, showed the bullock-cart! Ah! Another source of innocent joy. Run, run, run... He and Timothy managed to ride. The cart-driver made mouth and we were laughing and finally sat beside Jim and Tim. The cart was passing a brooklet. We followed Tim's shout.. The silver colored tiny fishes were swimming over the shining pebbles of the transparent water. No more, we stayed and left the cart. We were then after the clever fishes! Darkness dropped its curtain after the sundown. The forests, the tea-gardens, the flickering lights of the kurseong hill, the rivers with all their mystery, let us chose our homeward path! The movements of fire-flies in the green darkness would remember the eerie-stories of the past. Once, a man hanged him there..... Grand-pa, father, mom might give us a good beating, someone would tell. But, nothing could block our next voyage. *************x************************* Million cusec water flowed away thru the rivers of my childhood days.... Still now, when I get up in the morning, my innocent days pop up, on the canvas of an evergreen childhood. Time could not destroy it! ! !