Juvenile stints buried

There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again
-Elizabeth Lawrence

Childhood is always considered to be the ace era of everyone’s life. The virtues and morals once found in childhood endure for the rest of one's life. Similarly childhood plays an important role in shaping a personality – ‘Childhood’ they say, must be lived emphatically. Childhood has its own hues that lodge deep in our cores even today. Innocence and folly are endearing traits of a child. But there are many who cannot live those jiffies of life. It may be circumstances or life itself that keeps them devoid of such trivial but significant joys.
I have been one of those few kids who never got to embrace the small delights of being a toddler. There were also instances when my parents hid their heads in my lap and cried for hours, my grandpa has discussed vague Vedic philosophies of detachment and eventual goals when I was hardly four. What I mean to say is I was left mature and unbreakable to emotions as a kid. I turned out to be an advisor and consultant to my family members before I knocked my teens. My mother keeps telling me about how, when I was 2 and a half years old- dad lost his job and we were all in Dubai, My aunt took me and mom to the global village and kept requesting me to buy something for myself and I replied “No mammi(aunty) dad just lost his job…I shall buy one when he starts working again.” That was perhaps the first time dad kept crying and expressing me how miserable he felt about the way I had to curb my expenses for him. Mom also has a list of her sniveling times with me.
Today when I look at kids being mollycoddled and seeking care, I just realize how much I missed (Even though I am proud of whatever I was and I am today!) But I still feel like having someone to cry to, someone to feed me, someone to be responsible of what I do and I am glad I have two people who I proudly can say will protect me, play the chaperon and love me.
This post is to hereby proclaim the fact that I have two guardians, adorable ones:

Tapas (My crazy brother…)
He has been a great support- A sweetheart and also a guiding figure to me…But he’ll always remain to be an egghead that needs me right from the time he wakes up till the time he dozes off chatting with me!He takes all my bullshit and gives those back in installments... He is totally precious...

My shoulder and my guide...He guides me I guide him back...

Faraz (My Abbu-Father)
It’s strange but this man can handle me, put up with my nonsense and be an insane dad to a daughter who’s a freak! He stays A GMT away but he makes me feel like he’s home 

Faraz considers me to be his two years old kid...

Tapas and Faraz will slit your gullet and strangle your guts if you mess with me! TRUST ME!

“It's never too late to have a happy childhood.”

― Tom Robbins, Still Life with Woodpecker

                                                                                                                          Sainidhi Iyer