In one's Salad Days

Assam - The land of red rivers and blue hills  I was born in Delhi but being a defence kid ,I would have to be  on the move all the time .  My father got transferred in Jorhat Assam and I had started my schooling from Assam Jorhat . I was around 5-6 years old when I joined Kendriya Vidhyala Jorhat Assam . We were staying in a defence accommodation which was very close to my school, like I could go on foot. In those days , we had no fancies but we had fun . For instance , even watching a movie was a point of celebration. Families would go together chomp on those not too expensive  potato chips and  cup of ice- cream and enjoy cinema without being distracted by mobile phones. Today everyone seems to be more individualistic , love to live in their own cocoons , hence we fail to collect nostalgic experiences as we used to do. I remember back in the day we used to wait for load shedding (yuppie light chali gae ) as it was the ultimate escape  for us from everyth...

She dwelt among the untrodden ways  Beside the springs of Dove; A maid whom there were none to praise  And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone  Half- hidden from the eye! - Fair as a star , when only one  Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown , and few could know  When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave , and, oh,  The difference to me. William Wordsworth