It was in 1993 when me and my family used to live in a rented home in Dehradoon, that home had a large open space (a garden) and a small garage in the corner. That dusty old garage had gardening equipments and tools, some old rags, torn soft toys, a broken window, two old bicycles and lots of spiders and lizards that used to scare me at times, but apart from those spidies and lizzies that place was heaven for me. I used to spend max time in the garage.
Once, while I was going through the stuff in the garage I found a tin can that had around 30 to 40 Chikoo seeds in it. I took almost handful of them and came out in the garden to play. Pintu, our landlord’s son was sittin in the verandah. He suggested that we should plant these seeds, we decided on that and waited for gardener to come. When the gardener came we asked to him to plant the seeds, he first refused saying that the soil and place is not good enough for the seeds but when we kept on insisting he finally planted a few seeds in the garden.
Same year my dad changed his job and we shifted to Udaipur, Rajasthan. Our landlord too shifted to mumbai a month after. Till the last time I remember none of the seeds broke into seedlings.
In these vacations after second sem exams my family planned a trip to Haridwar and Rishkesh (may end). The four day trip was fun we did river rafting and that too twice. On our way back, dad decided to visit some of his old friends in Dehradoon. I paid a visit to our patel nagar house too where I spent the best years of my childhood. I was standing on the gate almost after 14 years, the house is now totally ruined. Only a chowkidar lives there with her wife in the back part of the house where we use to live. The garden has vanished, only a chikoo tree stands there covering the whole place. The tree brought a smile to my face, I felt like that 6 year old kid who kept on insisting the maali to plant the seeds, I felt like dancing (I cant dance at all, I am famous for breaking toes and legs once I jump to dance floor), shouting and screaming with joy. One of the seeds managed to break into a seedling and turned into a fruit giving tree that might have fed people, birds, insects and other small animals around it. This chikoo tree was my garage find, a garage find of a then 6 year old kid that brought happiness to a now 21 year old.
July 25th, 2008 - 06:18
It was in 1993 when me and my family used to live in a rented home in Dehradoon, that home had a large open space (a garden) and a small garage in the corner. That dusty old garage had gardening equipments and tools, some old rags, torn soft toys, a broken window, two old bicycles and lots of spiders and lizards that used to scare me at times, but apart from those spidies and lizzies that place was heaven for me. I used to spend max time in the garage.
Once, while I was going through the stuff in the garage I found a tin can that had around 30 to 40 Chikoo seeds in it. I took almost handful of them and came out in the garden to play. Pintu, our landlord’s son was sittin in the verandah. He suggested that we should plant these seeds, we decided on that and waited for gardener to come. When the gardener came we asked to him to plant the seeds, he first refused saying that the soil and place is not good enough for the seeds but when we kept on insisting he finally planted a few seeds in the garden.
Same year my dad changed his job and we shifted to Udaipur, Rajasthan. Our landlord too shifted to mumbai a month after. Till the last time I remember none of the seeds broke into seedlings.
In these vacations after second sem exams my family planned a trip to Haridwar and Rishkesh (may end). The four day trip was fun we did river rafting and that too twice. On our way back, dad decided to visit some of his old friends in Dehradoon. I paid a visit to our patel nagar house too where I spent the best years of my childhood. I was standing on the gate almost after 14 years, the house is now totally ruined. Only a chowkidar lives there with her wife in the back part of the house where we use to live. The garden has vanished, only a chikoo tree stands there covering the whole place. The tree brought a smile to my face, I felt like that 6 year old kid who kept on insisting the maali to plant the seeds, I felt like dancing (I cant dance at all, I am famous for breaking toes and legs once I jump to dance floor), shouting and screaming with joy. One of the seeds managed to break into a seedling and turned into a fruit giving tree that might have fed people, birds, insects and other small animals around it. This chikoo tree was my garage find, a garage find of a then 6 year old kid that brought happiness to a now 21 year old.