Life was so simple, when we were young,
whatever little we had was there to enjoy.
With time, somehow I had forgotten those moments
Lost within the struggles of balancing ambitions with achievements
then I read or hear something
and it will all return, leaving me to wonder how could I have forgotten …
As children we played with whatever was available,
if one of us had a oft-repaired ball that wasn’t leaking,
it would be football.
If someone had a tennis ball and a cricket bat,
we played cricket on roads
with bricks (11 to be exact) stacked as wickets,
didn’t ever stop us copying the moves of our sporting heroes.
If we went visiting friends or relatives
we never made a prior phone call
just because we didn’t have a phone,
nobody else did,
We just went to others houses and knocked.
if they weren’t in, we came back home,
having a bite somewhere on the way back
just the trip there and back was as enjoyable.
When others dropped in
for a visit without informing,
the unexpected surprise would double the welcome.
Shopping was buying
what was fresh and affordable,
shape, size, colour of the produce was not important
now I stand bewildered in front of supermarket shelves,
unable to makeup my mind,
more than once walking away empty handed.
We had new clothes
once a year for Durga Pujo, our annual festival,
that too, at the the local store,
the same place every year;
and was always given the one choice
from amongst garments that were two sizes too big,
so that they would last another year.
When our neighbour bought a radio, he played it loud.
it wasn’t considered a sound disturbance,
it was for all to enjoy the early morning transmission
of the recitation of hymns from the scriptures Devi Mahatmyam
unofficially marking the beginning of the festival.
Of course there was only one radio ’station’.
And when he bought fluorescent tube lights,
we all took turns to visit and admire.
On the day of the festival,
us friends would meet
and show off our baggy shirts and shorts drooping below our knees;
(what is now accepted as fashionable!)
proud of their crispness and of the smell of the new fabric.
We never had much,
there never would be a second choice,
everything had a value, nothing got wasted.
Whatever little we had we were happy to share
and we enjoyed it all to the full;
now we have so much, we have forgotten how to….








