It was a normal day at school so normal that I just don’t remember a thing even though the bell just rang....hmmmm 1st standard is long, boring and no nap time. Today my auto-wala didn’t came so I will get to reach home early with my grandfather and get to sleep soon.
My grandfather is way too punctual and he was there by the gate already...YAY!! I am so tired and I want to sleep now but this is not our home, where are we?? God I am so tired I want to sleep now. Oh I get some biscuits and chocolates to eat, this seems a nice place but who is this stupid, lanky boy?
Now why my grandfather wants me to go and play with him...I mean I am in 1st standard now and he must be in KG1 or KG2.
BUT I have to go and with heavy steps I follow him upstairs to his room...and MY OH MY! I am spell-bound. This is no ordinary room; this is what I dream of every day and night. A room full of toys and I get to play with all of them. My God it’s like a shop. I don’t know what to play with and what not. This is the best day of my life. Wow I love this place and I don’t want to go anywhere ever.
That was Arjun’s room and those were Arjun’s toys. I know who Arjun is even though he may not remember me as that was first and last that we met. That was one day or maybe just few hours that I got to share his toys. But even today after I have entered the third decade of my life I still remember that white straight staircase which took me to his room, those toys and Arjun even when we probably never shared a word. Arjun’s toys are the fondest memory of my childhood J