After coming to London, I have come across many things that remind me of my childhood days. When I get into a supermarket, especially the big ones, it reminds me of how my entire family used to go out for grocery shopping when I was in Dubai. We used to buy everything in bulk. The variety of chips that were available in Dubai always amazed me, especially the cheese-flavoured ones. I am a cheese freak. Anything cheese goes down well with me. After coming back to India, my lifestyle at home completely changed. Junk food reduced a lot which of course is a good thing. Now when I see the large variety of chips, ice creams and junk food, I get transported back to the times when my brother and I used to look at these items and try to decide or rather fight it out as to which flavour, brand, etc we wanted. Even now I see some brands that were there 12 years ago.
The parks here with the swings and slides remind me of the days spent with family in various parks in Dubai. I used to love swinging up really high and getting that adrenaline pumping. I also remember hitting a kid who came in front of me while I was swinging. Or was I the one who got hit? Hmm…mine is not a very good memory. Anyways, someone got hit.
In February, I had gone for ice-skating. I learnt a bit of ice skating when I was in the 8th grade for two months during the summer vacations. I loved every moment of those sessions. It is a lovely feeling to skate on ice to great music, especially skating to the slow ones often makes me think I am in some fairy tale. I went to a place called Canary Wharf. It is a business centre with tall buildings. There was an open-air ice rink. I was so tempted to go for it and was also scared that I may not remember what I had learnt so many years ago. At first, I was totally unstable. I was constantly holding onto the side rails trying to skate. My friend knew roller skating and got his balance soon. He had to take me for two rounds to stabilize and finally, I was able to skate. It felt so good to realize that I had not forgotten ice skating.
I regret the fact that I was not able to go again for ice skating. The open-air ice rinks are only open during the winter.
These pangs of nostalgia will never end; an occasional blast from the past.
3 comments:
things i love reading in blogs... memories..
I used to rollerskate in Hillcrest when we were in Nigeria. And that's such a long way off...We, the small kids grades 1 to 3 used to whole hands and make a chain and skate all over the basket ball courts. The seniors grades 4 to 8 used to sit on the sides and watch:) Reading this reminded me of those carefree happy days:)
It feels amazingly good to read about these happy times dear :)
May you be blessed with tons of more such joy-filled moments so that you can look some other day in future and post these wonderful twitters of nostalgia :)
Take care..
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