1. We had a "chakki" in one of the shops in our building. I along with my friends used to do lot of masti with the "chakki-wala". I used to love the smell of "atta" and used to venture into the "chakki" and play with the "atta" when the "chakki-wala" was busy. As soon as he sees me, he used to chase me out and i would run at a top speed. He had a small kid and i used to bully him a lot.
2. One game which i really used to like is hide-and-seek. The building used to have low boundaries and we used to run from one building to another. Sometimes the "gurkha" of those buildings used to chase us. I used to sometimes fall and hurt myself while running and get caught at times. We used to play all kind of rustic games - lagori, dabba express, viti-danda, marbles (my dad used to hate it) and some others (i can't recollect the names now)
3. I think this is something i will never forget .. my dad used to teach me cycling. i had one particular session, which turned really bad. i had a bad fall, with the entire skin over my knees peeling off. it was bleeding profusely and i got the scare of my life and i told daddy that i will never touch a cycle again. God knows how he convinced me later on and i eventually learnt cycling.
4. I still remember the winter mornings on Sundays which used to be really lazy and used to curl up to dad under the blanket and the warm and cozy feeling that i used to get is still fresh in my mind.
5. There used to be a vada-pav stall outside our school. I used to love its aroma and used to save some money to grab a bite every few days. On other days, i used to roam around the place, after school, to be able to sniff the smell.
6. I still miss the experience of playing cricket on the streets, hitting those huge sixes, cheating, fighting and breaking window-panes. Once a window-pane is broken the street used to wear a deserted look and then everyone used to slowly come out and play again ... haha ... it was so damn crazy.
