My first set of paintings consist of two images.
A double storeyed house in a large compound. Two or three children are playing “catch-me” game running around each other. Another image is of I being asked to lie down and close my eyes along with other young children, in which I later knew was my kindergarten.
This is the earliest memory I have in my mind about my childhood. I do not remember the house (supposed to be at Pallimukku,near Pettah, Trivandrum), neither the children. I am not sure whether the event really happened or is it a fantasy painted with the inputs provided by my family of the house where I was born and raised as a toddler.
The next set of paintings are that of the house from where I went to school, at Kunnukuzhy, Trivandrum
I remember the tantrum I put on for the first standard (grade 1). I am not sure whether it was the first day, but I was crying like anything while my mom, desperate on being late on a working day with her colleague (not sure why she was there) tried putting on uniform over me. I don’t remember when I stopped crying or the images of she leaving me at school, but I still remember that particular school class.
Most of the visions of class rooms, be it the first or the last, are those like that in the films.. At first the empty room, with the benches and black board, the sunlight streaming through the windows, and then flashes of me, some girls and boys running here and there, making it lively, and then being ordered by the teachers. The sweat and smell filling the air by lunch time, and then the washing hands, having lunch, back to the classes in the hot weather, feeling sleepy and waiting for the evening bell to go home. The only additions in the later class rooms, are that of the friendly faces and the groups we hanged out.
One day, while waiting at the school gate for some one to pick me up(either of the parents, not remember exactly), I ran out of patience, and for reasons I still don’t know, started walking slowly in the direction of the house. By the time I reached home (maybe 15-20 minutes), my parents had came and searched frantically at school, for their younger daughter who made the first lonely walk back home.
And then there are the partial sketches of few people, like the house maid nicknamed Kaduvachi who tended over me and my sister in the evenings along with the household chores, and the Aachi(grandmother) and Thatha(grandfather), neighbours and owners of the house, where we stayed on rent. Their two sons, the elder daughter in law with the nose ring, akin to a typical Tamil household family. After returning from school, I was scared to go to the bathroom which was few feet away from the main house as they would release the chicks(the real ones!) with their parents in the evening to graze the backyard, and I would end up getting few unwanted pecks on my feet while I scurried to my destination. That’s the same household where I was given a lick of fish curry gravy (the first and last taste), the same fish which I had seen them cleaning (only cleaning) earlier under the tap in the back kitchen.
And the first set of people who later became our family friends. The visits to the houses of school friends who stayed nearby, the climbing over of walls and trees in her backyard, the games of jumping down from the staircase to the terrace. I do remember these flight of stairs without railing, as they were steep and I was afraid of climbing it at the top. I suppose I did had minor acrophobia! I guess I still have traces of it.
There are many more paintings of memories of the growing childhood. But like every other person, the first ones are always special. Ain’t it?
Penned down on the prompts from my new found on the Internet, the Write Tribe community of bloggers, who got along in a discussion to write down their earliest memories.
You have paintings to remind you of the past and recall memories! Lucky you!
yeah.. but framed in mind… 🙂
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Lovely memories. I also walked home on my own a couple times. Poor parents were involved in a frantic search:)
yup..we all take that walk one day.. and everyone gets scared… 🙂
Cute memories painted on the canvas of the mind.
I remember doing the same … while my parents were losing their mind as to happened to their eldest daughter… beautiful memories. Lovely post.
Wow! Those are some vivid and beautiful memories! Thanks for a sneak peek into your earliest memories, Archana 🙂
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Hey Archana you made me nostalgic
Some related memories I too have of Kerala
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Flashbacks and nostalgia are always interesting. We first seek to grow out of them and then yearn to live them again…….
vivid paintings of
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Those are some real great memories to cherish. Its always great to look back and smile fondly especially when memories are such that you carry even today.
Memories! Sometimes we do wonder if things are real or imagined. The chickens and all remind me of my grandparents’ sprawling home in Hyderabad! 🙂
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I love special memories of my earliest school days. Reading your post helped bring many of them back. Thanks for sharing.
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Yes! The first few images we remember are the best ever. Lovely trip down the memory lane with you. 🙂
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Lovely, Archana! I’ve always been a fan of searching down for earlier and earlier memories; so fantastic what is stored in our heads. They say everything is there, we could–technically–remember it all, if we only knew how to access it, how to recall it. I find that fascinating.
Thanks for sharing this snippet of your memory bank!
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Lovely post, simple yet elaborates your memories of childhood.. Memories is all that remains..
This made me want to go to that home from your childhood– reminded me of the world of The God of Small Things.
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You have a great collection of memories painted on your mind for ever, how great is that! I had gone to pick up my niece from the bus stop on her first day at school but she had fallen asleep in the classroom and missed the bus. You can imagine my plight and my poor pregnant sister’s.
These are lovely, sweet memories… thank you so much for sharing them! 🙂
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Childhood memories are so precious, Archana! I remember, because of the greenery around our house those days, we used to have sparrows all over the place. I miss that the most!
Lovely post! Thank you for sharing your memories with us! Priceless paintings!
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Those are good memories. 🙂 Thank you for sharing.
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And in this way we get to know a bit more about you 🙂 I remember i liked in a really small house and a lot of times when I moved into my present home I would want to go back to my first house always calling it my doll house 🙂
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You do remember a lot from then 🙂 Some memories are afresh in my mind while some faded away like clouds..the title is so swet.
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there are partially faded clouds too, but i have mentioned only the memories afresh in my mind, just like you…
Such a beautiful imagery of memories! Loved the vivid descriptions and could see your heart and soul in this Archana 🙂 Lovely!
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Great memories! Nice to find out more about you:)
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Thanks for sharing your childhood memories. Visiting friends and playing with them is one of my favourite childhood memory too.
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Reading your memories, took me down memory lane as well. Thank you for sharing so beautifully.
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Ohh that was wonderful truly like a painting! I did something silly on the first day of my school which I would share someday on a post 🙂 Thanks for sharing
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school mischiefs are a great idea to fill up for the blogathon challenge. 🙂
I just feel as if I’ve returned from Kerala after a short visit 🙂 Lovely writing 🙂
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yeah. but I missed mentioning coconut trees and green grass, rivers etc.. 😀
One thing that struck me as I read your post and then read most of the comments here — isn’t it wonderful to have good, safe an happy memories. There are so many people I know who were never blessed with good memories. We are so fortunate.
Carol Graham recently posted…Stay At Home Moms — What Exactly Do You Do?
yes, fortunate indeed. there would be people who will not want to cherish their earliest memories.
Lovely memories, feeling nostalgic!
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Such early memories and so much clarity; Beautifully written.
Want to read so much more.
Great goings Archana.