BLOG POST 25: The worried sisters - a chucklesome memory from my childhood
I can't wait to go home!
There's nothing like home. I miss my sister. I miss my dog, Teddy. I miss my mom, dad, and grandmom. I miss them so much.
A few months back, my sister and I sat along with our mom reminiscing memories from our childhood. We love teasing our mom for how rude she used to be and how bad teachers were those days.
It's just beautiful. Days just went by so quick that, before we even realized we've become young adults.
I sat laughing to myself as I came across this particular childhood memory of mine -- I, my sister and mom went out for some evening shopping. Those days mom had just learnt how to drive and so we usually travelled everywhere on our Maruti Alto.
We'd almost been done with our shopping. But, mummy had to get some medicines for our grandpa. It was probably six thirty by then and was getting dark. She parked the car by the side of the road and told us to sit inside the car, while she would go get the medicines.
We both happily agreed, secretly excited about relaxing and sipping on our ice-cold frooti tetrapacks. We were already tired of all that walking from shop to shop. Time passed by. We were done drinking our frootis and now we were sitting and quareling about why mom liked me more and intermittently looking outside the foggy windows, from all the carbon dioxide we'd been releasing, for any signs of mom returning.
The sky was getting darker and darker.
I was worried. Sharon started to whimper about it getting dark and mummy not coming back. I tried consoling her. We made the lightbulb decision of going to check at the medical shop. The pharmacy was on the opposite side of the road. We had to cross the busy hustling road and then walk a little towards the front.
We finally set out once our minds settled for the fact that mom wasn't returning anytime soon. I remember we were too short for the counter. The lady at the pharmacy had to lean over the counter to enquire why these two worried little children were standing there in the first place. I asked her if she had seen our mother with green salwar.
She helplessly pointed towards the other direction of the road and told us she thinks our mom must have walked to that side. Now, we were seriously worried but decided to go back to the car. After considerable amount of efforts made to cross the road once more, we reached the car to find our mom standing there with her eyes rolling at us.
We received loads of chiding that day. She was distraught at coming back to the car to find both her children missing. We cried that day. But today it's something to laugh about. Back in those days, we would receive so much beatings from our teachers, sometimes for no reason at all. When in good mood, the same teachers would say they've received even worst in their childhood and that it's for our good.
Today teacher's don't bother. Partly, because they are questioned by parents for abusing their children. However, I feel those days were a wonderful part of our childhood. Today, they have become stories I can tell even my children and heartily laugh about although back then it was torture.
Has the advent of smart phones caused a wide gap between the past and the present? Being a 90's kid, I had a taste of both the pre and post smartphone era. Yet, I'm unable to come to a conclusion on whether everything changed for good or for bad.
