Hey..
I hope all of you are doing well…
Today’s prompt sparked a whole range of emotions,
forcing me to go back to think about,
and relive my childhood…
But,
sadly,
I only remember little bits and pieces,
there isn’t much that i remember,
due to the general stresses and exceeding workload that I’ve got on,
these past couple of years,
causing me to run almost blank when it’s time to remember,
my childhood…
But,
I do remember the books that I read,
many of them were picture ones,
but,
the one I remember greatly was,
The Panchtantra…
It was a picture book that my mother used to recite me,
when I was a kid,
I distantly remember staring at that face,
that face,
from which those beautiful stories I heard,
and I probably laughed at…
I was the happiest when those days were going on
carefree without any worries,
hearing those stories and
looking at those pictures within the books,
of many animals from the animal kingdom…
The Panchtantra had animal stories with Sanskrit origin,
roots of which could be traced back,
they were based on imparting kids with a sense of morality,
and wisdom that comes with age,
by exposing them to us at an early age,
which helped us to form a sense of right and wrong early on in life…
The main focus was to show intelligence and dependence on having a sense of self and belief in oneself,
another story focused on trust and loyalty,
another one focused on having intelligence over brute force…
One such example is that of lion and a rabbit,
Where one time it was decided that the lion won’t hunt any animal but the animal would come by itself and get eaten by the lion,
one day it was the turn of a rabbit,
and he was scared for his life,
so he passed by a well and got an idea;
on arriving late,
lion was mad at him,
and he told the lion that another lion stopped him by the well,
as he went to the well and found another one at the bottom(I.e. his reflection),
after much consideration and two and fro,
he jumped into the well,
killing the lion that very instant…
Here,
we learn that brute force can be overcome by intelligence;
there were many such stories among the same line with morals and our take from it,
which were enjoyed and cherished by all…
Cheers 🥂
Love Waakiye 🤍
where I could listen,
stories from her,
my mother,
my grandmother…
A sense of relief comes to this mind,
as I sat in that embrace,
and heard what became life lessons for me,
to live and prosper in this one…
As I sat,
and got wisdom,
that comes with age,
looking at those faces and the words that I barely understood,
just loving it all,
absorbing it all,
all until I got tired,
and let out a yawn,
a yawn so big,
signing that I was desperately in need of sleep…
Rubbing these eyes,
as i was put to bed with the fan running above,
gentle taps to the chest,
and a sweet lullaby,
to which I used to,
I used to fall asleep…
“Remembering those times”
Waakiye 