A Balloon high in the Air......

                                                    To be back in Palakkad, to be precise at Walayar the place where I spent mah childhood days. ….Those days of zeal and vigour …where I had mah 13 fun filled years was always special.As I stepped on to my lane after 7yrs all the games that I used to play wid mah friends rushed into my mind..I could feel as if mah friends were peeping out of their houses and calling out my name like they used to do as soon as we got back from schools. It filled me with joy for a moment but then realizing the fact that it was all a dream of the past was simply heartbreaking…
But still it was really awesome to be back there in the world full of colours with teak trees to deck the forest of Walayar..In the morning I set off to meet mah friends and had chat sessions with them. Now we had many things about each one of us  to be discussed among us. our life,college,friends …But some 7 years back all of us had only one world confined within Walayar..common friends and similar way of living n having fun. Now  things have changed.Time played the villain's role to separate me frm them.Ah anywayz I had a nice time with them.In the evening I did find some time to be spent at the Walayar dam. You will always like it there with its calm and cool atmosphere which soothes you….

Next day I had planned to return back.I went to the Ayyappa temple of the quarters in the morn where I used to go every week..When I stalked back to mah lane I could see many chottas dressed in their newly stitched uniforms and who were stepping into the school life for the first time. I was really astounded to see the scene bcoz it tuk me to the past ..some 12 yrs back…It was from the very same place I had started off into the world of education along with mah friends…Now I stand here after 1 year of my college with schooling just to be penned into my diary and to witness the next generation to follow us who are now the rising colours to add to the beauty of Walayar….

Like every poet who utters a wail about having lost their childhood and simply gifted with memories to play the central role in their poems, I am also one among them…I really miss those precious days which are of course a blessing to ever human. Never one should forget to live it with utmost care and excitement……