Nostalgia and Childhood

Childhood is the most treasured part of life. Everything about childhood is magnificent and mesmerizing.

Yesterday morning Me my parents just wanted to go back to those golden days so we thought to gape through my childhood albums. That nostalgic moment could be sensed in the air how my mom started to babber about my infancy as soon as she saw the photos and how my dad started to cherish my cuteness and innocence.

Everything about my childhood was magical as I'm the firstborn. It is the most astonishing feeling and emotion to vibe about childhood memories. The only imagination we understood being kids was endless fun. The only state of mind we focused on was to play with safety measures guarded by our elders.

Every photo in the album had a story behind it and my parents reminisce each and every minute detail about it.

Most of childhood days were spent at my maternal grandparents' home as I was born there in Bangalore. There was one photo of me in some bright dress and I was posing on a chair as ordered by my mom, my mother remembers the way she got the piece of dress because that was the last piece left at the shop and she paid some bucks more so that I can wear because I was in love the color. Some deeds our parents do for our happiness.

I was the most loved, pampered, and born with a golden spoon kinda baby. Those were some happy times. 

My mom used to dress me up as Radha during Krishna Asthami. She made me participate in every fashion show and fancy dress competition at kindergarten and school because she loved to dress me up. Most of my fancy dress competitions I recall becoming a fairy or a cinderella.

My parents were fond of dance and they wanted me to learn classical dance, so at the age of 4, I started Bharatnatyam and had my first dance program. She was so hyped about it and excited to see me all dressed in that costume. She spent hours to get me ready and made sure that my dad is ready with the camera.

Nostalgia is so bittersweet, not negative but bittersweet because you miss the happy memories and at the same time, you know you will not be able to go back again. As older I grow the more I want to go to those golden days.  

 I miss that smile of mine which I wonder has been lost in between our life schedule and as we grow old we learn the real meaning of living a life so in the process to conquer we lose the child in us. But still, I make sure to never let the kid in me die.

You can never stop thinking about the time you spend as a child and memories. The more I think and the more content I get to write. It a never-ending memory of life.