The Lucky Red Seed of My Childhood

I’m not sure if I will still see it when I walk down the familiar path of childhood. Only children are blessed with the ability to seek out those tiny forms hidden in the depths of the earth. Like love, you know. Is it possible to attach a price to it, you wonder as a child?  Surprisingly, someone will invariably tell to your face that it’s worthless. If that broke you then, let me tell you this. Within the seed’s sacred shell contains the secret of childhood. That incredible capacity for wonder intertwined with sublime innocence. Together they make the fleeting hours of childhood magical. Even though, it does not last. No matter how hard you hold on, those muscles that blessed you with imagination atrophy. Mental muscles that so easily get tired of growing.  In turn, childhood eventually fades into the periphery of one’s mind. Leaving a longing in its wake, to go back to that place of gladness. And if you ever look back like I’m doing now, those little red seeds will remind you of it.  And you realise, you tried to attach a price to the ‘Manjadikuru’ because you did not know then that it was priceless.

Photo Courtesy - flickrhivemind.net

Photo Courtesy – flickrhivemind.net

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One response to this post.

  1. Posted by Appa on February 7, 2015 at 3:12 pm

    Really,really true. All that lingers are sweet memories, if the bitter ones can be erased. ‘To everything, turn, turn, turn………….And a time for every purpose under heaven’

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