Dancing with the daffodils…

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It was a bright, sunny day with clear skies in May The chill of winter was fading out and the Indian summer had not yet fully set in. I was fourteen years old and in my last year at school. My father was in the Army. We lived in an old bungalow, in the middle of a hectare of land. At home, all our blankets had been spread out in the compound. They were not needed anymore and were being sun-dried, before being packed away. We had a massive gulmohur tree in the compound. The tree was in full bloom and looked something like the photo here. Delonix regia - Royal Poinciana - Gulmohar 02This is not a photo of the same tree, but I think you get the idea.

I saw my blanket spread out under the massive canopy of the Gulmohur and with nothing else to do ran over and stretched myself full length on it. As I looked up, I could see that the flowers of the tree stopping the rays of the sun from reaching me. I did not mind. A gentle breeze was blowing and before I knew it, I fell asleep. I must have slept for a couple of hours. Then a kick woke me up. It was my sister’s way of waking me up for lunch. I did not get up immediately. I lay there for a few more minutes. The sun was now right in the center of the sky, but the dense foliage above kept things cool all around me.
Three decades have passed and now I am in my late forties. I have traveled across the country and seen a lot of places. Somehow, when ever I try to think of a peaceful memory from my past it is the few hours that I spent under the shade of the gulmohur that come back. Those couple of hours when I slept peacefully in the shade remains the best memory I have from my childhood. I never understood poetry but I think this was what Wordsworth was trying to convey when he wrote

.They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils…..

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