The Good Times!

She was cleaning out the closet and looking for a suitcase to take on the trip. Instead, what she found was memories waiting to be explored. The photographs that fell out from the suitcase opened the closed doors & the bittersweet memories came rushing through. They were a reminiscence of who she was!

Those were the simpler times, the school would shut down for three months in a row as the snow covered everything in sight. Weeks before that would be spent in stocking the pantry and getting enough woods to last the winters. Her father and brother would go into the nearby woods in search of the broken wood and collect as much as possible. Many a times, she would accompany them and run around wildly, catching the sight of a rabbit or a deer.

The family house over the hills with slanting roof top, the winters spent by the fireplace or playing with the snow in the yard. The aroma of freshly cooked meal rising from the kitchen chimney filled the surrounding air & left everyone hungry. Her favorite part of the meal was the blueberry cheesecake prepared by her aunt. All the kids would fight over who gets the second piece.

December was her favorite month, for this was the month of celebration. The uncle with a perfect round belly in the red suit who would give out gifts. One Christmas, she had wished for a unicorn and she had got a white horse indeed! Maybe Father Santa mixed up her gift with someone else. Atleast, she could ride the horse along with her cousins.

After dinner, grandma Judy would round up all the children near the fireplace & share the anecdotes from her life. They were all fasinated by the stories she told of how her grandfather had fought the Giants and build this house with the help of fairies from the forest. And, the story time was accompanied with occasional hot chocolate and the popcorn.

Her thoughts were broken by the sound of her four year old singing, ‘Gaadi Bula Rahi hai, Seeti Baja Rahi hai’….

After all, the little one was excited to spend his winter vacation in the home that her mother loved dearly. He would be staying with his grandparents for the first time in Christmas and was looking forward to all the fun. Natasha realized it was getting late in the night and they had to catch an early train. It was time to recreate all these memories and capture them in photographs with her child too!


This post is a part of #ALPxGUN BlogHop #BollyExpress hosted by Alpana and PraGun and sponsored by – UnorthodoxpeepsRangPotliExploreKidsWorldSoulfulFood and, Praggatti Rao

Post Author: Dishki

18 thoughts on “The Good Times!

    aakanksha

    (7th January 2020 - 18:15)

    Awww a simple story that would touch everyone’s heart after all this is everyone’s story. Grand ma narrating stories with hot chocolate, that thought of home cooked food. All in all an awesome post.

    mommytincture

    (7th January 2020 - 09:47)

    I could almost image that house on the hill and the fireplace and the snow. Took me to a fantasy land. Beautiful!

    Tanvi

    (7th January 2020 - 06:31)

    While reading the story, I was able to visualize the whole Christmas scene Natasha had in her childhood..and its so great that her child gets to make similar memories with the grandparents.Lovely heart warming story..

    Archana

    (6th January 2020 - 19:39)

    So well potray the flashback bitter sweet memories, spending time with my grandparents was the best part of my memories too. Loved it.

    Such a sweet post. I was expecting a different end though but still love the concluding para. Some times catching a train is all what is needed to bring what we keep hidden in our thoughts.

    Srishti Rajeev

    (6th January 2020 - 16:08)

    Nice way of merging the prompts. Cute little story.

      Dishki

      (7th January 2020 - 00:48)

      Thanks for dropping by!

    shravmusings

    (6th January 2020 - 15:17)

    Wonderful, i hope Natasha is able to create those beautiful memories for her kid

    Shivani

    (6th January 2020 - 14:43)

    Isn’t it odd how memories have a way of sneaking in. And somehow we find simpler times better and yet complicate our present.
    Beautiful post

    Anjali M Naik

    (6th January 2020 - 13:51)

    A Cute lil story with beautifully woven prompt. Liked the ending. Left a smile on my face !

    aditi

    (6th January 2020 - 12:26)

    Memories have a special place in our hearts and this story brings out the feeling beautifully. Enjoyed reading.

    Geethica

    (5th January 2020 - 22:24)

    Hey Disha, opening old suitcases and travelling back in time through lovely albums is one of the favourite pass time when I am alone or want to rekindle those memories.
    Very well expressed and used the prompts.

    Rashi Roy

    (5th January 2020 - 17:10)

    Sweet one! This happens with all of us, we just get lost in those old photographs.

    alpanadeo

    (5th January 2020 - 03:18)

    Thats a cute, cozy, warm winter tale. Yes, sometimes we have many such moments which takes us to the memory lane and give us another reason to smile.

    Pr@Gun

    (4th January 2020 - 19:56)

    Lovely post, winters spent by fireplace and that too with aroma of meals cooked in kitchen, this visualization itself is soothing and warm
    Glad to have your post on #ALPxGUN #BollyExpress

    Pashmeena Chowdhary

    (4th January 2020 - 19:29)

    The post is full of love and nostalgia..As I stay in the hills,I really loved your reference about the weather and the description of the family house..It is very essential to stay in touch with our roots..Your post sent this positive message..

    Arushi Seth

    (4th January 2020 - 00:34)

    Memories are precious and when you get to live them again with your children it is special. A lovely and a very interesting post!!

    MeenalSonal Mathur

    (3rd January 2020 - 23:05)

    You have very well coordinated the prompts and truly memories when spilled suddenly makes us walk down the memory lane.

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