The swinging me #MondayMusings
I have nothing to write about today. There are ideas sitting in my head lazily and telling me today is not their day to venture out. What do I do? What do I tell? And, Monday being a Monday, I have to meet you all with some story. So, I think I will take you back to my childhood when I was in 5th-6th Std and my parents were building a house of their dreams.
Back then in the early 90s, one used to build a house with intense passion hoping it would last a lifetime or even generations. My parents, literally, built that house with a lot of sweat and blood. The blood part is true too because my father once returning home after meeting the owner of the kiln, who had cheated, met with an accident on the way. Every aspect of the house, be it the door designs or the flooring patterns or the verandah or the porch or even the window grill designs, everything was finalised only after days of agreements and disagreements and several sheets of paper drawings were spent on them. When it came to the porch planning, I was the one who was the most excited since the plan included 2 big hooks in the centre of the porch roof. The idea that we will be having a big swinging bench in our house caught upon with my imagination. Night and day, I dreamed of swinging in the bench eating, studying, chatting and fighting with my brother. 2 years hence, the house got ready for us to move in. I lived there for 6 years but no swing was ever put up. It wasn’t deemed feasible because our car had to move from under the porch to the garage at the other end.
For the record, I still love swinging. I may not swing in my apartment’s park because now I am a grown up and a Mumma and also an Aunty. Also, because there are flats hovering over the park and more people know me than I know them. Not that I am famous or anything, I am just a regular face by the park watching upon Dhruv nearly every evening. However, whenever I go visiting my parents or go on a holiday (which has been Coorg for 3 times straight), this is one thing I never miss doing – swinging, with a child like enthusiasm.