"Papa get up, we are getting late," I pulled his finger with my little hands to go to the meadow near the river, the place where most of my Sundays were spent.
"OK", he didn't let me down like always.
When we reached there, I ran away and hid myself in the grass.
"Jack, come out, don't hide", he shouted.
I didn't come out and keep laughing and shouting,"Trace me Dad, if you can".
And then he did, like always. Pulled me up and hugged me and kissed me. "Naughty boy", he called me.
I miss the days when the grass was longer than me. Wherever I hid, he'd always find me. I thought as if he was a magician or something. Whenever I broke my toy, I'd find it perfectly fine as if it was never broken. Whenever I got scared to go out in dark, he'd always accompany me. All these things make him special for me. Memories were flashing before my eyes.
I woke up when my three years old kid pulled my finger with his little hands and said,"Get up papa, we'd go to the meadows near the river".
I realized memories never erase, no matter how hard you try. They will always trace you wherever you go. When memories are so beautiful, who would prefer them to be erased from heart? At least, me not.
"Lets go Jim", I got up and held his hand tightly so that he don't run away and hide himself in the grass.
18 After Thoughts:
gud one..
In the end, what we have are memories. Good one :)
Such lovely memories relived!
b
"I 'yams what I ams, and dats all that I 'yams!"
And the cycle continues, right? :-).
The childhood memories we make with our parents are the most precious :-)
Lovely post!
You went full circle here - I guess we all do.
What a nostalgic story Deepak...:)
Reminds me of my youth as I also did the hiding and seeking games with playmates...:)
Now I am old and my kids would do the hide and seek...
It's hard to erase the trace of beautiful memories while playing in the green meadows!
This is such a playful rendition! Liked it to the core!
The joys of fatherhood and the irrepressible delight of little boys whose fathers love them.
@ vishal: thanx buddy
@ vivek: yeah, in the end :-)
@ b: thank a lot
@ raajii: right. the memories with parents are the most precious ones.
@ stan: yes we all do
@ amity: thanks a lot u liked it so much. I'm honored :-)
@ lilibeth: hmmm, true
Ah, sweet memories and the making of new ones.
Sweet story.
thank u tumplewords and angel
the beautiful flow of the story made the end come all too soon... blue sky
@ one more believer: beautiful things should be kept short. the more they are short, the more they are sweet :-) thank u
Memories are fantastic things.
@ ThomG: absolutely :)
Memories are strange. They are beautiful yet they make us cry. They bring back the youth in an old and makes you time travel! Memories!
@ dhandal: I feel the best part to be born as a human is that we can recall the moments we lived. Memories! The word is so very special for the human kind.
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