Thursday, July 14, 2005

a hop, a skip, a jump

Finally the mind has found some peace. It's a good feeling.

There was a need to be alone. A need to watch time like sand slipping between the fingers.

I saw a little girl skipping in glee. Little green polka dotted frock barely covering the little bums. She skips without a rope, only with happiness. On a bright sunny day, she goes with mom shaded under her colourful umbrella. Talking non stop. I was 6 years old.

In the afternoon, she's skipping again. Bro and red haired cousin P are trying to keep their balance on a bicycle on the front lawn. She's clapping her hands with joy and skipping higher, almost jumping. I was 8 years old.

She's watching the sun sink into the sea. The young man hands her a glass of wine, her first ever, and croons "Red red wine... stay close to mee.. eee..." This time it's her heart skipping wildly. I was 18.

She is watching the same sun slipping behind a mountain and blotting out the daylight. She watches as the stars wink and play, a neverending canopy of little jewels that are so within reach. Revering a soothing silence in the silver moonlight and familiar shadows. She skips ever so carefully, lest the spell is broken and the magic vanishes. I was 25.

I don't remember when the pain in the legs began. It spread to the mind. The skipping waned. Then it stopped. And nothing was the same anymore. As steps grew heavy, they lost their track at times.

Now I want to feel the joy of skipping again. The laughter, the banter, the music that surrounded it. I am going to attempt to skip again. I will use a rope if need be, but there's going to be some serious skipping. Swing my rope?

32 Comments:

Blogger L said...

Wonderful experience indeed... To remember all ur past with the innocent joy that we miss often today...!!

By the way went thru some of ur earlier blogs... Must say "awesome writing..!!"

2:46 AM  
Blogger unsui said...

Skipping in another context is missing out skip meal,skip this ..skip that..

In my case skip skipping. my skipping rope dutifuly travels with me but I never dutifuly take it out of suitcases & exercise ..I have one excuse or other to stress I have more important things to attend to :-)

6:09 AM  
Blogger transience said...

what a wonderful, nostalgic post. thanks for sharing that.

9:20 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sure will swing your rope woman :) and we will take turns and then sit by the fountain sprouting golden drops and watch the sunset against a crimson sky.

game?

Parna

lemongrass.blogdrive.com

10:36 AM  
Blogger nin said...

glad to know that u hav found peace....
its really a nice post...
thanks for sharing...

11:41 AM  
Anonymous Kahini said...

I'll swing your rope anytime you need

12:30 PM  
Blogger Chakra Sampath said...

Great writing..

1:11 PM  
Anonymous Subs said...

Anytime girlie! Btw, did you get my mail? And come over next week pls.

1:22 PM  
Blogger Gangadhar said...

"She skips without a rope, only with happiness." Very nice line,Anumita..Let the skipping continues...
Wonderful post!!

1:35 PM  
Blogger Stone said...

Skiping with rope works well only when one doesn't skip meals.
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enjoyed the post!!!

2:57 PM  
Blogger MohuaS said...

love your writing.

4:15 PM  
Blogger Mint Chutney said...

Lovely post.

6:20 PM  
Anonymous Ash said...

Lovely post...
...and we'll all join you in the skipping, sweetie !

:)

9:11 PM  
Blogger anumita said...

l: Welcome and thank you. You got a neat blog. Love the pics.

mahesh: You are right. I still intend to skip, tyres et all. Welcome.

transience: :)

10:01 PM  
Blogger Prerona said...

Anumita ... great post ... beautiful pictures. And, anytime.

11:02 PM  
Blogger Pallavi said...

reminds me of a country song Skip skip skip to my rope.. tra lalala a!!!

11:24 PM  
Blogger boabhan sith said...

This is a wonderful post.

It's funny how we remember certain things as we get older and wonder what happened to them.

12:00 AM  
Blogger GratisGab said...

Any day, any day. May the spring in step never leave!

Beautiful piece girl. Keep 'em coming.

8:44 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

count me in too...just like the way parna said!!

meanwhile...a big hug for u!! :-)
bips

7:12 PM  
Blogger gulnaz said...

that is so beautifully written. love the way you have taken skipping through different times right upto the present.

wishing you sprightly steps. :)

7:51 PM  
Blogger Pradeep said...

wud've loved to see that 'little girl in the polka dotted frock' skipping :)

12:01 AM  
Blogger Manjusha said...

Well written.

I remember we used to picnic at the beach at least once a month with a few family friends. Good times!

2:43 AM  
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8:29 AM  
Blogger venkat said...

Anumita, I do not want to sound like a broken record,but I have to say this.Once I finish reading your post, I thought how wonderfully this lady writes. You take time to post wonderfully. You give life to words in those sentences. We move on with our lives but we would never leave behind our memories.You are a jounalist? what do you think about Imrana affair? I read in NY times an Op-ed By Salmon Rushdie and there it is in India Today.What do you think about it?or others? I am disgusted with Maulayam Yadav comment that "The decision on the Fatwa must have been taken after a lot of thought".

8:29 AM

8:54 AM  
Blogger Rat said...

what a pretty post.

11:03 AM  
Blogger n.g. said...

ahhhh there you go. not red. white. wine must be white. not red.

1:33 PM  
Blogger anumita said...

parna: thank you babes. sitting by the fountain sounds like a great idea!

kahini, avik, chakra, gangadhar, ash, mint chutney, ricer, bips, rat, gratis, gulnaz: thanks :)

subs: Got your mail and wrote back too.

stone: I do need to skip a few meals to skip the waist tyres :)

mohuas: Welcome.

pallavi: :)

boabhan sith: Yes. Isn't it wonderful. And notice how we tend to block out the unpleasantness and fondly think of the good times?

q: Welcome. She was a sunshine girl. I wish I could see her too.

manjusha: Welcome! Weren't they wonderful days!

venkat: Thank you. And I am not a journalist. Would my opinion still matter?

nish: Welcome. But you see red wine has a wonderful affinity to the heart.

1:55 PM  
Blogger sanguine said...

ya sure . am game , if you are.
but both of us have to do it together.

2:55 PM  
Blogger jaygee said...

Your posts always take me straight to my childhood and I want to chime in saying me too...me too

5:10 PM  
Blogger Weary Hag said...

I do believe it has been about 30 years since I last skipped (without a rope). Wow.
Another fine post ~ I sometimes wonder if the folks who grow senile with great age aren't just retreating back (mentally) into their own happy childhoods. Sounds like a find place to retreat to, after the adult world of working, rushing about,and nurturing family is out of the way.

5:19 PM  
Anonymous runa said...

dunno why...but the post let loose a lot of feelings that somehow seem to get bottled up with time...especially at times when u have the strength and means to live ur dreams and feel the way u want to..but just cant. hope u r doing well.

7:19 PM  
Blogger anumita said...

sanguine: It will definitely do us a world of good in more ways than one :)

jaygee: Please join in. And would love to hear about your childhood too.

weary hag: It actually will be a good place to retreat to. Who knows where we land up if we make it to that age!

runa: Am doing good. You?

12:42 AM  

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