My Walk To Remember

No matter how hot the days are in summer but the mornings are as refreshing as in any other season. The cool breeze, the rising sun, the sweet smell of the blossoming flowers, the chirruping of birds, white cranes on the green field searching for food and everything about the morning invites you in.

This summer I decided to go for a morning walk every day with my parents just to have some physical activity as it’s been a long time that I had any physical activity. Though it was completely my own decision without any pressure from anyone but still I was worried about it. My biggest dilemma was to wake up early in the morning as I am the girl who would not wake up before 10, provided vacations are going on. It’s been almost 20 days or more that I started walking but still I face a lot of problems to wake up at 5 a.m. But once I’m out of my room or rather I would say home, morning refreshes me to a great extent.

These walk which I undertake everyday reminds me to cherish my childhood to teenage memories till now. My friends and I would go cycling, playing; searching for secret isolated places in a total care free way as if having fun to the fullest extent was our first priority. And the not-so-frequently-visited road through the golf course has been our main attraction and place of our hang outs in the evenings. I don’t remember how old I was then, when I first went to that road. But I remember we went there to play ‘goal stop’, ‘hum saath saath hain’, ‘I attack you’, ‘coconut’, badminton etc; and most of the games being the inventions of our own. Then at a particular time all of us, the girls I mean, got our own cycle, mostly ‘lady Bird’, ‘miss India’, ‘Hercules’, spent most of the evening cycling. As the years passed many got into the higher classes having less time for fun and games leaving me to be among the people of my age (I was used to spend time with the ones older than me). And again the cycling season started but we were just three of same age instead of the large group ranging from the youngest to the eldest girl. And I was more interested in doing stunts than just cycling and the other two have scolded me a lot for that as there were times when I was so close to accidents but still survived. We would again enter the road through the golf course keep our cycles away and lie down on the green and brown shades of the grasses and play ‘dumbsharaas’. Even going for a morning walk was a trend one summer where again all the girls were together. At times we would go walking in the evening just to see the sunset. And when I was 15, my few classmates and I again went through the not-so-frequently-visited road for just killing sometime in the evening and those were the most memorable ones I think.

Now I miss those walk and cycling and the games a lot but more than that I miss those beautiful people who made these memories so special. I feel sad as none of them, not even a single one resides here anymore, and it’s only their memory left with me. But life is always like this, people come and go and a few leave their footprints. I don’t want to think of past or want it to be the present. I have enjoyed my childhood a lot with these people and I know I’ll be meeting many more people in future too. So here I am today cherishing these memories as I accompany my parents in their morning walks.

It’s not the walk of a bride to her groom in a wheel chair inside the church but surely it is My Walk To Remember. But apart from missing my friends I miss that person who always used to find short cuts to go back home from the long walks.