My son is sometimes very keen on listening to my childhood stories. Of course he can not appreciate the difference, how things have changed so much but certainly he likes to hear what we used to do in the days when T.V meant only Doordarshan.
The other day I was telling him the story of our(three siblings) fights. We used to have physical fights(how I miss them now !) over various issues :) but what I like is the way sometimes it would get over(one particular way of ending the serious wars :)). I must say it used to be my sister and brother(both younger) who would fight most of the time and my attempts to stop them would end up first being the referee and finally being an active participant in the ongoing event . After fighting with pillows, pulling bed covers and some other stuff also, we would go back to sullah safai mode. All things used as weapons would be put back to their respective places. After exchanging the sorry word few times it would be time to have tea and samosa(from the red cross canteen near our house). I, being the eldest will make tea, my brother, though youngest, being a boy will go and buy three samosas(one each !). We shall sit on the floor and enjoy the treat. My sister and brother both would not eat the potatoes inside and would exchange them with me for the outer cover :). Everything would be fine and the fight becomes a history. Not a word would be uttered to the mother or father (who used to be out for their respective jobs). The samosa luxary was available on certain days of our vacation time only.
Now three of us married and settled in our own lives hardly ever get to have those carefree moments. Ah how I miss those days and specially the fights !!!
The other day I was telling him the story of our(three siblings) fights. We used to have physical fights(how I miss them now !) over various issues :) but what I like is the way sometimes it would get over(one particular way of ending the serious wars :)). I must say it used to be my sister and brother(both younger) who would fight most of the time and my attempts to stop them would end up first being the referee and finally being an active participant in the ongoing event . After fighting with pillows, pulling bed covers and some other stuff also, we would go back to sullah safai mode. All things used as weapons would be put back to their respective places. After exchanging the sorry word few times it would be time to have tea and samosa(from the red cross canteen near our house). I, being the eldest will make tea, my brother, though youngest, being a boy will go and buy three samosas(one each !). We shall sit on the floor and enjoy the treat. My sister and brother both would not eat the potatoes inside and would exchange them with me for the outer cover :). Everything would be fine and the fight becomes a history. Not a word would be uttered to the mother or father (who used to be out for their respective jobs). The samosa luxary was available on certain days of our vacation time only.
Now three of us married and settled in our own lives hardly ever get to have those carefree moments. Ah how I miss those days and specially the fights !!!