I am most nostalgic about my teenage years in a small town called Jind. I was all of twelve and was mostly out on the streets either on my roller skates or on my bicycle. The colony was a little away from the city and I, with a bunch of friends, used to cycle through a small forest to reach railway tracks and flatten one rupee coins as the train passed on them.I was there recently for a wedding in a family that also stays in the same colony and saw very less has changed in the last fifteen years. On the right above is the house we lived in fifteen years ago.The tree in the front was used to put ropes and swing on them. Really carefree days they were!
Ok, this used to be the officers' club but now it has been turned into a kindergarden. The badminton courts above where the children are playing were used as a location in my first story that got published in the school magazine. It was about my struggle to learn roller skating. I used to practice everyday at the badminton courts before the players came and claimed it. One day I got chased about in the courts by a buffalo when I pissed her off while she was drinking water from the handpump (at that time there was no fence around the club). The fear of being romped down by the buffalo made me lose the fear of falling on the skates and I learned to skate while dodging the beast! Suuweeeeet!
Disclaimer- The above incident is purely fictitious. I must have fallen flat on my ass at least a hundred times and nursed numerous scratches before I could learn to skate.
