I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words 8th – 14th December 2013. http://writetribe.com
Whatever I write might kick the senses just like my sol kadi :D. The same outburst of erratic thoughts without any control of time and destination.
There are so many things i want to pour on these blank pages….But how do i start? From childhood? The meandering youth? The restless growing age? Or shall i hit down the accelerator from the present and go back to the past?
Let me see…hmm..here i go knocking on my memories with a slight twist in the time machine. I was born and brought up in the bosom of the sandy beaches of Goa. A carefree soul, who spoke her own language of passionate prose. I weaved dreams on the sand. Build palaces on the palms and dived deep in the sea to rejuvenate my soul.
I trekked the lands of the ancestors searching for treasures in the fossilized holes. There were days when time stood still and the childhood bliss continued till the old man on a wintry night reminded that a new dawn is born.
I would like to carry on and on with my whimsical ramblings…god knows how long
As this is my first post for the " Write Tribe Festival of Words 2 ", let me take a breather and think about what i want to write and how i go about it…Cherrioooooooooooooo : D
Whatever I write might kick the senses just like my sol kadi :D. The same outburst of erratic thoughts without any control of time and destination.
There are so many things i want to pour on these blank pages….But how do i start? From childhood? The meandering youth? The restless growing age? Or shall i hit down the accelerator from the present and go back to the past?
Let me see…hmm..here i go knocking on my memories with a slight twist in the time machine. I was born and brought up in the bosom of the sandy beaches of Goa. A carefree soul, who spoke her own language of passionate prose. I weaved dreams on the sand. Build palaces on the palms and dived deep in the sea to rejuvenate my soul.
I trekked the lands of the ancestors searching for treasures in the fossilized holes. There were days when time stood still and the childhood bliss continued till the old man on a wintry night reminded that a new dawn is born.
I would like to carry on and on with my whimsical ramblings…god knows how long
As this is my first post for the " Write Tribe Festival of Words 2 ", let me take a breather and think about what i want to write and how i go about it…Cherrioooooooooooooo : D
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prompt is "Recalling memories" for Festival of words - Day1! - See more
at:
http://aasinabsurd.blogspot.in/2013/12/scrambling-memory.html#sthash.qdNe5J1G.dpuf
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prompt is "Recalling memories" for Festival of words - Day1! - See more
at:
http://aasinabsurd.blogspot.in/2013/12/scrambling-memory.html#sthash.qdNe5J1G.dpuf
Sunita this is very good attempt of your participation in a write tribe contest.Childhood memories of playing on sea side seem to be very interesting.
ReplyDeleteThe sea has been my soulmate while growing up Usha ma'am. It has never left my soul. Thank you very much for your lovely comment :)
DeleteNice way to interlink your childhood "sea memories" to the prompt! Kudos :)
ReplyDeleteThank you for stopping by.:)
DeleteWow, you were brought up in Goa? That must have been a pretty awesome childhood, I'm sure :) You may want to remove that Captcha prompt on the comment :)
ReplyDeleteWell, i was confused with the label and uploaded the captcha :P sorry for that..deleted it now. Thank you for taking time to go through my memories :)
Deletethe meandering mind, thoughts and memories are well expressed in the post... it's a good one..
ReplyDeleteOur mind is the only part of our body which has its own language. And memories are its food.Thank you very much Pratikshya for your comment :)
Deletespent your childhood in Goa? lucky you. how I envy you!
ReplyDeleteWell, i had no choice being a Goan right :P so luck was by default! Thank you :)
DeleteA poetic expression this is!! Looking forward to read all your posts for this WT fest! Cheers :)
ReplyDeletePS : You may like to remove word verification from commenting :)
Shilpa glad to see you here. Hope to face the wordy challenge with my chin up.Deleted that captcha link. Thank you for your constant support.
DeleteLucky gal, u were born in Goa and that makes for wonderful memories. Cheerz
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Thank you Vishal. :)
DeleteYour beginnings seem so exotic. I enjoyed trailing along with your memories. Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteI was born in an exotic place Kathy. So, there was no other way then having loads of happy memories :) Thank you very much for being there always with your benevolent comments :)
DeleteI echo the thoughts here! Wow! Growing up in Goa must have been super. Would love to know more about you. A good start dear. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Jyothi :)
Deleteoh wow!! That was wonderful!! :)
ReplyDeleteGrowing up in Goa must have been really awesome!!
It was fun growing up in Goa. Thank you so much :)
DeleteLucky girl! I have been to Goa twice and just love the place for its beaches, sea food and architecture. Good start for the festival. Look forward to reading more of your posts all through the festival. :-)
ReplyDeleteI know Goa has that impact on those who drops in there ;)Glad to see your comment Rekha :)
DeleteVery poetic description of your childhood in Goa. You took me on a journey. Nice one.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much Suzy :)
DeleteThanks for sharing your youth with us. Music brings back memories!
ReplyDeleteThank you Michelle ;)
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