Childhood

Childhood.... just a simple word.. But the memories associated with it make it so special...
I still remember my school days....... my mom brothers n me... achha would come down once in a year... used to look forward to his yearly visits... I’ve never stopped to think bout what amma would be going through then... how they could stay apart for so long...
Anyway coming back to my brothers and me, both elder to me... we had our fair share of fights... mostly in de evenings when we sit down to do the home work... Inevitably we end up fighting over something stupid... can’t even remember now as to what it was that we fought over... Just remember amma getting fed up with us.... Don’t know why I always think about that. She would be just fed up and in that frame of mind; she would say whatever came to her mind.
Though we used to fight with each other, we were real protective bout each other against any outsider... I still remember our outings in the park near the beach.. there was a rocket kind of thing which you had to climb up and we could slide down then...there will any loads of kids there and lots of aggressive arrogant kids too who wouldn't think twice before pushing other kids aside.. and me was in that kind of situation , and there would always be S to rescue me then... I have some recollection about how he rescued me from a bully once while climbing ... He always used to look out for me.. that was a very nice feeling... maybe i was too used to being looked after that it hurt too much when he wasn't there once when he promised to be there... that is also another memory which clings on to me... n maybe that was de reason that he felt sooooo hurt n is still unwilling to forgive me for sticking on to my decision and defying everyone...
Anyway we used to play in the swing we had at home... it was a double seater and it was awesome.. More so because none of our friends had anything remotely similar to that... made me feel so special... the fact still remains that the memory i have is of one fight we had while playing on the swing...and as usual me got no clue as to de reason, seems so irrelevant now... just remember me sitting on the ground near the wall and our neighbour U aunty coming n asking me what the problem was... ;) usually the fight starts with S pushing the swing faster and faster and I will be shouting at him to slow down, but that would just make him go faster n faster ......