Childhood days are the sweetest period of human life. They cheer our heart and make us forget sorrow. As we (my brother and I) were kids we would go for a picnic every 3 months with family and friends. Mom would spend hours in the kitchen the previous day in order to get our picnic baskets ready.
My first family picnic with just four of us – dad, mom, and brother, was to the Qutub Minar. This picnic is very special and memorable to me because it was even my brother’s first family outing.
I was 5years old when I first visited Qutub minar in the year 1988. Having lived and grown up in Delhi, I love these historial monuments a lot. Qutub Minar, a place I visited as a kid, will be a must visit place in my next trip to Delhi along with Humayun Tomb.
This photo holds a special place in my memories because that was a time when Qutab Minar did not get even a fraction of tourists as it gets now. Qutab complex was like a thoroughfare. No checks, no tickets, no metal detectors. You could touch the monuments and even go inside the Qutab (Now you cannot touch and go inside the Qutab I was told recently). Whenever I browse my photo album of the Qutub picnic I feel still about the campus, with the greenery, the ruins, birds chirping and the serenity drowns the childhood memory. I was and I will remain mesmerized by the Qutub.
The places we went to were always scenic, special or historical. Some of my fondest childhood memories are from these picnics. They go a long way in creating some common cherished memories.
This Post is written for Day#17 of NaBloPoMo which challenges you to a blog post every single day in November. This is a great opportunity to publish posts daily, meet other bloggers, and try something new.
I write a lot, which keeps me off the streets and out of trouble. There is always something to write about, always a new story to craft. Not writing, for me, is like trying to hold back a sneeze. Learning to write was the most powerful influence in my life. I can still remember the awe I felt when I realized I could put real words onto paper and tell out a story. From that first ‘a-ha’ moment I knew I wanted to write.
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