Once upon a time

Once upon a time there happened to be a guy who lived somewhere in the untamed region of middle India, concealed and insensible, that some of the gifted individuals of north india, who surprisingly happened to be what people called CBSE-district-toppers of their times, had never heard of the state to which this place belonged. At an age when he couldn`t play his all time favourite game, cricket, his routined timepass was to visit his one of the neighbouring aunty`s (kaki-ma`s) place when all the uncles (kaku`s) were out for work, fortunately all headed for a single destination (so their common back-home-timing was known). It was one lazy night, the clock on his, what people say, study table showing 2:55 AM, when history just tickled through his thoughtless mind.

He rolled back his eyes 12 years past, where he saw the backyard of a quarter which resided at the corner of the road which headed towards the main shopping complex (main enough to have atleast a hair-cut), That road contained numerous quarters, brimming out people each evening. The same corner was accompanied by a badiminton court followed by a quiet awkward shaped playground having two working night lamps, which was supposed to be the only one of its kind then. It was the court where all those historical cricket matches used to be played with all those gossiping aunties as very delighted spectators. The playground was used as a get-together venue at night, by aunties as a chit-chat point and by kids (age below 5 or above 22) as a regular hang-out place.

He could revive the evenings, which used to make him laugh, no doubt donating tears sometimes. Suddenly that face appeared before his eyes that once taught him how to laugh. To his surprise he remembered every single stretch, every single crease, every single depression of that character.

(1) The dimples in each of her cheeks.
(2) The shoulders hopping every time she laughed.
(3) The shoulders hopping exactly the same way every time her eyes overflowed.
(4) The narrow neck occasionally made him think how she was able to take enough of the oxygen.

(5) Her deep, watery, shining eyes with quiet dense black eyelashes.
(6) A perfect zero-wrinkle face, even when she was or seemed to be what people say, angry.
(7) The shoulder length hair slightly curly at the bottom.
(8) Legs resembling broomsticks, he wondered how she managed to run that fast then.
(9) Her presence of mind to use her nails and teeth efficiently each time he used to pick her teddy up. Though he wonder if that was a teddy.

(10) Such a high-pitch voice that he sometimes thought of her being an X-man.
(11) She never tried anything beyond those knee-lenght frocks with flowers printed all over. All credits goes to her mum.

The guy had a recent thought then, whether he was dreaming ! Then his common sense told him that he couldn`t write a blog, sleeping. But as soon as he was out of history he wondered "Was it really 12 years !!".