Happy memories

Summer is here, it’s the time to cavort and shout;
Vacations have just started, let’s romp about.
Let’s run wild and amok in the green-gold meadows,
Let’s play tag & catch with all friends & fellows.

Let’s go pick some wildflowers to put in our hair,
Let’s go hunting for honey in the bees’ lair.
Let’s poke our nose down a rabbit hole,
Let’s rejoice and dance around the may pole.

Let’s swish the colourful ribbons and in circles run,
Oh! Let’s abandon thought and just have some fun,
There are mulberries and cherries and fruit to pick,
That we’ll gorge on till we are literally sick.

Let’s while away the day, let’s lie on the grass,
Let’s watch the cottony clouds overhead, pass.
Let’s watch them gently float and blow away,
Let’s watch them to the wind, dance & sway.

Oh goody! Mum’s made gallons of lemonade
That we can gulp down, and our thirst satiate.
Let’s carry our tall glasses out for a picnic
Let’s go chase butterflies and the birds, mimic.

Let’s create happy memories, for tomorrow,
For these we will remember some morrow.
We’ll sit one day a much mature self, you see
And remember how at 6 years we used to be.


Image – Rene Bernal via unsplash

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About Sonal Singh

An author, storyteller, and full-time observer of life’s glorious absurdities. I write humour-laced stories where chaos wears fluffy fur, emotions arrive uninvited, and middle-class Indian households become ecosystems of drama, love, and unsolicited advice. Armed with sarcasm, caffeine, and alarming emotional attachment to stray creatures, I believe compassion is less of a virtue and more of a lifestyle disorder. One that I embrace. When I’m not writing, I’m usually busy running a full-time HR consultancy business, rescuing animals, or trying to maintain dignity while being emotionally manipulated by my pets. Through my literary work, I try to blend humour with heart, celebrating the messy coexistence of humans and non-humans in modern urban India.

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