Is there a period in your own personal life that you think of as the good old days? Tell us a story about those innocent and/or exciting times( or lack thereof).
I do have a lot of pleasant memories of my childhood, we the siblings enjoyed playing with each other, we did not hesitate to make fun of each other if we made a mistake.
Our day started very early, my mom woke up at 3 am, each morning to pray and then it would be long hours in the kitchen cooking. My dad was fussy, he did not like the same food each morning, my mom had to cook different types of food for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Whenever my dad was in a bad mood the servants were afraid to take his food, none of my siblings would volunteer either. My mom would look at me with a straight face and say, “Ranu take your Dad’s breakfast, or dinner depending on the time of day.”
You must be wondering about lunch, my mom sent it through one of my Dad’s Chaprasi(this was a man who ran errands for my dad).
Apart from taking my dad’s food when he was not in the best mood, I spent long hours playing with my siblings.
One thing I loved about my Dad was, he did not want us to eat street foods, but if a vendor came by with delicious pastries he would make sure to buy for us, because he felt it was safe for us to eat.
I remember once my Dad was gone somewhere four of us went to his bathroom to take a shower, we were screaming and playing with water, suddenly I heard, “Amaar ghoosal khanai ke ray?”(Who is in my bathroom)?
We froze and stopped, there was no way out we knew he’d catch us, he came slowly, opened the door and told my three siblings to leave immediately, I was scared I thought he’d pull my ears but he didn’t. He told me I was allowed to take a shower in his bathroom but to make sure the other three didn’t join me.
Yes he didn’t scold me, he knew I was the only one who kept things tidy and also took his food when he was upset.
“Those were the days, I thought will never end!” When I think back it makes me smile and wish I could go back in time.