The Park
I still remember the way I felt about the park at my school. It was an enclosed space with lots of slides, see-saws and swings. Oh and the trees, there were lots of trees everywhere on the Sandy area, it’s fallen leaves covered the surface completely.
All I could think of the stressful exams were, “I get to play in the park after this”. Just entering the premise would make me high.
Climbing the slide from the wrong end till we exhausted ourselves was the usual thing. I hated swings, once I saw a girl fall from it years ago and it made me lose interest in it totally.
The giant Banyan tree stood in the middle with its roots itching for us to sway in it. At the end of the day, we were sweating and a little tan from the sun and a complete satisfaction.
Coming to the present day, I’m still searching for that park in my current life. What I discovered is there is nothing equivalent to it in adult life that is exciting at the beginning and satisfying at the end.
We just have to be contempt with the way things have been unfolding as we work for stuff, that’s the only near equivalent I have discovered.
