NaPoWriMo 5

i always loved him and never could we be separated. this is a long story probably told shrt of a time past and of the present, of memories and of things that still happen. who am i? who is he? such questions are irrelevant. u mite knw the earth is round and u also mite knw why but does reason matter? if earth was not round u wud still hav been living here with the same indifference. anyways going back in time but not place for i still live where i did at that time and it is the same city but the city does not matter because i am living on the same earth, urs and mine. he was younger to me , specifying how many years or months or days does not interest me. we were together always since the time he was born. we have a sweetness lingering as of the halwa made in ghee whose fragrance does not fade even after it is cooked and eaten up. the fragrance of the jamun and amrood tree can still be smelt in the courtyard where we once used to play. up above the yellowing and blooming green leaves of the jamun tree, and amongst them on a branch still is the nest of crows , dark made up of twigs and dead leaves etc. and still above on the right is the residence of honey bees who all came after we had lived in the shade of our dear jamun.
at that time there were mostly sparrows when we both were younger we heard their chirrupings all day but now they were rare but the crow's cawing was from morn to night in our ears and we liked it much unlike many others. these crows and sparrows and honey bees were family for us and perhaps more than them were the jamun and the guava trees. when we were too young is a time i hardly remember but some faint memories do pass by every time. we were too close to each other , always. being the elder i used to guide and misguide him, answering questions whose answers i did not know but making up long stories for them not just to satisfy his curiosity but not also to come across as a stupid child. i must give you an example, he used to ask me , when the beam of light appeared from the window of our drawing room carrying loads of dust particles like sparkling suspensions in golden sunlight, that what were they and from where did these arise?unaware of the answers i used to tell him that they were my friends in my previous birth and also named them as chunnu , munnu etc. i was one of them once and this was my story. dust particles and their stories were our childhood stories.
then we also spent lots of time outside playing after we got back from school. i had my friends and he had his ( perhaps). bt we used to ride on many swings and sit on see- saws , slide down the slide and also climb it up easily, though i was always afraid of it but we never slipped nor were injured because the slide was hardly slippery. time passed like this. we were also afraid to tell our parents that we were going out to play but told some family member and went, many a times we would scare our mother terribly always unintentionally and she will search the whole colony looking for us. this extensified once and being the elder and thus expectedly more responsible was beaten up badly for going out and slowly we started reducing our joy trips.
but the god times resurfaced again with the coming up of our cycles, mine came first because i was the elder being. and we used to have great fun, travelling unexplored places that were dangerous and remote ( which we later found out were parts of our colony). we had this slogan of ours when we tried to explore these places - " to ho jaye khartron se takkar" and at the very mention of takkar we used to strike each others bicycles tyres . it was all very fun and i used to also tell him that we can sing songs while riding our bicycles or even when walking on the streets as the actors did onscreen. such were our adventure trips where we many a times lost our ways and reached to other unknown spaces( which were at the maximum , other neighbouring colonies). but we bth had huge fun and the thrill and also the fear when we got late or lost our ways.
to be continued...