Ridhima Manocha
“What is that one thing that you want the most back in your life from your childhood?” Akshay asked.
His thick arched eyebrowsanticipated my reply. His eyes impatiently darted towards me as I rolled back my eyes.
“What kind of question is that?” I let out a short, mellowed laugh. I was not in a philosophical mood, particularly not with Akshay, considering his ability to be never satiated with my answers.
“Ramaaya! Come on!”
After a brief pause, I finally blurted out, “Games.”
He stifled a giggle. His head kept bobbing up and down as he laughed. His tensed muscles relaxed, is jawline looked more jefined and his eyes laughed along.
“What? What’s wrong about that?” I asked, betraying a hint of annoyance in my tone.
“What’s wrong with you? I mean out of all the privileges, you want games? Well, I should’ve expected that!” He smirked and continued. “You could’ve asked for the carefree days, or the joy of no homework, or maybe your old loving parents, or the time when everyone used to forgive the mistakes? But no, I am talking to Ramaaya, after all. I should’ve expected this reply!” He stuck his tongue out playfully.
“Do you know why I opted for games out of so many other choices?” I heaved a sigh and continued.
“Do you remember tippy-tippytap?” I asked. Though, that was a rhetoric question, I knew him enough to know his answers.
“Of course. I had been your childhood buddy. I remember playing that.” He admitted as his ruddy cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
“And hide and seek?”
“Yes.”
“And unch-neech ka paapda?”
“Yes.”
“And posham pa bhai posham pa?”
“Yes.”
“And what about chain-chain and
ice-water?”
“Yes. Yes and yes. So what? You want them back or what?” He asked impatiently.
“Want them back.” I answered. I was finally enjoying and savouring every bit of his impatience.
“They were such meaningless games. I wondered why a person of my stature even played it with a silly girl like you,” He said in asbantered tone.
“Because you were a loner, my friend,” I replied. “Well, that’s not the point, anyhow. The point is that they were not meaningless. In fact, they were the most meaningful things to ever happen to me.”
“Why so?” He asked, clearly befuddled.
“This is why?” I said, finally giving him my reasons.
“Tippy-tippy tap. What colour do you want? I want it back so that the colours are back in my life. So that I can choose my favourite colour and paint with the colours of my choice. ‘Hide and Seek’ taught me courage. It taught me, if I don’t go after my problems, it will get to me eventually. It taught me I should have the courage to say “DHAPPA!” ‘Unch –neech- ka -papda’ taught me that life will have ups and downs, yet you need to face them. ‘Posham pa bhai posham pa’ taught me that if I don’t love on and be forever stuck between things, I’ll remain stuck inside it. ‘Chain -chain’ taught me that sometimes you need to sacrifice yourself to be a part of the bigger world.‘Ice-water’ taught me that I man still have the power of freezing someone or melting someone, as per my will. I want it back so that when I’m frozen, someone comes to my rescue and melt me,” I finished it with flair
“You still consider them meaningless?” I raised my eyebrow.
“Yeah. Whatever.” He rolled back his eyes and a smile lingered on his face. “Maybe one of these days, I’ll make you water again and melt you.” He whispered to himself.
We both smiled, and that’s how the ice became water again.
About the author: Ridhima Manocha, who is 16 years old, is not only a voracious reader but also a young passionate poet and writer. For her, words and verses are a key to reach to the hearts and having penned a book ‘The Sun and Shadow—The Pearls of Poetry’, she continues her passion with the same zeal and enthusiasm that she has had since a very tender age. She has been awarded multiple times by CBSE in the expression series and was the youngest speaker at Jaipur Literature Festival. she’s currently in eleventh standard at Salwan Pubic School in New Delhi.
#Buddha #Buddhism #Zen #Life #Lifestyle #wisdomwinds
“What is that one thing that you want the most back in your life from your childhood?” Akshay asked.
His thick arched eyebrowsanticipated my reply. His eyes impatiently darted towards me as I rolled back my eyes.
“What kind of question is that?” I let out a short, mellowed laugh. I was not in a philosophical mood, particularly not with Akshay, considering his ability to be never satiated with my answers.
“Ramaaya! Come on!”
After a brief pause, I finally blurted out, “Games.”
He stifled a giggle. His head kept bobbing up and down as he laughed. His tensed muscles relaxed, is jawline looked more jefined and his eyes laughed along.
“What? What’s wrong about that?” I asked, betraying a hint of annoyance in my tone.
“What’s wrong with you? I mean out of all the privileges, you want games? Well, I should’ve expected that!” He smirked and continued. “You could’ve asked for the carefree days, or the joy of no homework, or maybe your old loving parents, or the time when everyone used to forgive the mistakes? But no, I am talking to Ramaaya, after all. I should’ve expected this reply!” He stuck his tongue out playfully.
“Do you know why I opted for games out of so many other choices?” I heaved a sigh and continued.
“Do you remember tippy-tippytap?” I asked. Though, that was a rhetoric question, I knew him enough to know his answers.
“Of course. I had been your childhood buddy. I remember playing that.” He admitted as his ruddy cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
“And hide and seek?”
“Yes.”
“And unch-neech ka paapda?”
“Yes.”
“And posham pa bhai posham pa?”
“Yes.”
“And what about chain-chain and
ice-water?”
“Yes. Yes and yes. So what? You want them back or what?” He asked impatiently.
“Want them back.” I answered. I was finally enjoying and savouring every bit of his impatience.
“They were such meaningless games. I wondered why a person of my stature even played it with a silly girl like you,” He said in asbantered tone.
“Because you were a loner, my friend,” I replied. “Well, that’s not the point, anyhow. The point is that they were not meaningless. In fact, they were the most meaningful things to ever happen to me.”
“Why so?” He asked, clearly befuddled.
“This is why?” I said, finally giving him my reasons.
“Tippy-tippy tap. What colour do you want? I want it back so that the colours are back in my life. So that I can choose my favourite colour and paint with the colours of my choice. ‘Hide and Seek’ taught me courage. It taught me, if I don’t go after my problems, it will get to me eventually. It taught me I should have the courage to say “DHAPPA!” ‘Unch –neech- ka -papda’ taught me that life will have ups and downs, yet you need to face them. ‘Posham pa bhai posham pa’ taught me that if I don’t love on and be forever stuck between things, I’ll remain stuck inside it. ‘Chain -chain’ taught me that sometimes you need to sacrifice yourself to be a part of the bigger world.‘Ice-water’ taught me that I man still have the power of freezing someone or melting someone, as per my will. I want it back so that when I’m frozen, someone comes to my rescue and melt me,” I finished it with flair
“You still consider them meaningless?” I raised my eyebrow.
“Yeah. Whatever.” He rolled back his eyes and a smile lingered on his face. “Maybe one of these days, I’ll make you water again and melt you.” He whispered to himself.
We both smiled, and that’s how the ice became water again.
About the author: Ridhima Manocha, who is 16 years old, is not only a voracious reader but also a young passionate poet and writer. For her, words and verses are a key to reach to the hearts and having penned a book ‘The Sun and Shadow—The Pearls of Poetry’, she continues her passion with the same zeal and enthusiasm that she has had since a very tender age. She has been awarded multiple times by CBSE in the expression series and was the youngest speaker at Jaipur Literature Festival. she’s currently in eleventh standard at Salwan Pubic School in New Delhi.
#Buddha #Buddhism #Zen #Life #Lifestyle #wisdomwinds
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