Love can never be so pure that one inherits in their heart for mnemonic childhood days. And so is mine, love for nature or be it my love for the place, everything is so compactly stored in my heart that cannot peep out in any stanza of my life. I still remember those beautiful days playing in my premises and a hill standing in background, though in that pretty age I never ever paid my attention hormones to it but sitting on a responsible chair in a city full of pollution I do wish to live that moment once again.

I don’t know how Mount Abu looks now, neither have I known are the streets same as 8 years back or trees have started blowing sweeter breeze. I actually don’t know anything about TODAY, but definitely the past is alive in my memories. I remember the outings near Nakki Lake, and off course a walk to remember in Peace Park, and that softy corner on the lake side, though many flashes exist but nothing is in breathe.

I wasn’t a pure Mount Abu resident, rather an Abuite, but the space has been a pure part of my upbringing. What if life wouldn’t have taken this turn, what if my ABU was so efficient to meet the needs of my education in that era? Though I wouldn’t have changed to a metropolitan mammal but I would have lived in that breathe of freshness forever and ever.

I don’t know exactly what I am writing, probably I am just flowing with my feelings, but there is a small regret in my heart to leave that beautiful place before coming to an age where I can actually start admiring the beauty of a beauty. I heartily wish to get a chance to breathe in that fresh air once again and enjoy the smudgy feel of those days.

written by
Arpita Rathore, Delhi