Childhood Pond at My Window

I don’t feel like writing, my age old fingers feel like it got rusty and stream of thoughts is taking unprecedented amount of time to start over. Hope to be back on track at least on Eid day!

I’m still fortunate being in the same place where I grew up. I can look through the same window when it is drizzling or down pouring heavily. The skyline has changed a lot, but the pond through my window looks the same. Watching the rain drops dripping through the window rails and curtains was my favourite pastime. The crows in the rain, felt like they had been loving it! I might have lived a great deal of time in Lake Albert, but the truth is, as I’m typing these, I can picture myself fishing at this pond.

When was that?

Perhaps 1974-5? I just uploaded photos taken this morning – raining all day, my brother, residing in Vancouver (the most livable city on earth) will miss it.

Did I tell you, one of our balconies has the greatest view of that big pond where I learnt my first swimming lesson? I still long for those days fishing without running away from home. All my childhood friends home are other side of this pond. Most of them are long gone, half away across the globe, we call it – life.

Don’t you think I’m the fortunate one? Even if it takes almost two hours to reach my office, everyday.

What has triggered it then?

Woke up this morning when my father took me to the Eid prayer, I didn’t want to miss it, to the same mosque, through the same route – my childhood memories were brimming like this pond water. Just met couple of my childhood friends father in the mosque, I felt the lament part deep inside.

I can keep on talking about my childhood and teenage years memories all day, but I guess, this will probably need another post.

Many returns .. Happy Eid.

P.S. Photos taken this morning are uploaded here.