Today I am recreating a memory - Writing and visually recreating it as well.
My memory is of our moving day , as a child we moved homes a lot , not between cities infact within our assigned campus. In one such instance I recollect moving between 2 apartments in the same society, Since it was the same society we had not hired any movers and packers. We had a small trolley on wheels and while most of our stuff came through a large truck the smaller stuff we were moving ourselves using a small cart on wheels.
It was the rainy seasons , but one of those bright days in the rains. It was shining bright but there was green all around , the grasses had grown tall and needed cutting down. Me and my friend were sitting on this trolley moving our feet pushing it around imagining a story .
Then my father would pile up some stuff on it , if there was space still, we would jump onto the pile and papa would drag us around .
We did not care how tough the movement was , imagine no packers and movers and doing all that pushing yourself? as an adult today it scares me out . But for us as kids it was the most amazing day- we were being carted around, we were imagining a whirlwind of stories and just enjoying the day .
The part of my town I grew up in was one of the most beautiful one, it used to change its character with the seasons , the rains meant grassy pastures, seasonal ponds, flowers and rainy animal life - toads and insects all around, all a part of our eco system all one with us , I recollect there were these purple flowers all across my society they used to be poisonous but in the rains they grew wildly almost enveloping these unused parts of our very old campus , I recollect the purple flowers juxtaposing with the shades of green, our tiny trolley and us . The moving weekend .
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