Love Kush - Beginnin'

Dunes

I feel like i wake up to stay up around fresh air and clouds & right now, every day and so on, I've always Been Wishing To Stay up in the air all day, Every day, I love heights, I love hilly regions & it brings me heavenly cheer to see how beautiful our world looks like from the skies where the area of my vision gets bigger and blurred, air gets thicker and clouds come closer, those beautiful endless balls of cotton which are supposed to be eaten by me, such fantasies I’ve lived in my childhood, to eat them like a little kid wants to eat up those pink and yellow cotton candies, and wishing to lay over clouds like it’s my cozy bed.

 My love towards the vault of heaven wasn't Any Less before, And is still no less; and especially when You're Born around hills, coming out to this world is so ecstatic hearing those birds chirping and rivers flowing even those people would have been worried about the freaky naught not crying while coming out to this world owing the fact that this infant was so busy enjoying the triumph that he had achieved by just being born; around all things that wasn't in everyone's fortune; and that was my Hometown 'Kanker', Might just be a small town full of inclined chain smokers & boozers, But undoubtedly a beautiful city surrounded with mountains, valleys & forest from all shores with A river named 'Dudh Nadi' (Milky River) Intersecting the city from the middle that made the panorama so immense from the peak of the highest mountain in the town that it made the view so absconding.

Since my childhood, I’ve been a crazy wanderer that I still am. So my parents had rewarded me with a cell phone at a really early age just so they stay connected with me every time as I run off to somewhere. Ain't nobody was capable to stop me as a kid that keeps on wishing to admire the beauty of nature with all his heart and soul and that cell phone thing turned out to be a punishment more and a reward less as to roam about with this little gadget in my pocket all the time made me vulnerable to their reach at all times, which I ironically did not like since my age 9; And I was strictly Advised to keep that phone with me at all times, Cause my parents knew I was too crazy about those hills, And I also loved to see my friends diving & swimming in the lake above the hill; Can you believe there was a Pond above the hill which was never drying and the hills also had caves and temples.

Unfortunately, whenever I was above this hill known as ‘Gadiya Pahad’ which means ‘The tribal peak’ The Network connectivity always snitched up my location, And especially when you’re a 10 year old kid with no prior information or conversations about where I’m headed, with my parents the whole day in such dangerous & pretty hilly region, They used to be horrified.

And maybe it was just my parents tricking me to know whether I'm still above or around those hills that freaked my father out so hard that for most times when I was out of their telephonic reach, He sent his assisting employees up those hills to find me and get me Home.

Ever wondered how endearing it’ll be to see little cute kids bunking school and sneaking around. I was that one naughty but appealing kid to bunk with my girl mates since my very childhood, just to spend some time with them playing and estimating what my precise girl would ever be like, wasn't wayward enough to play with them alone but also got some gleeful company of my siblings living nearby, rather I was wicked enough just to play hide and seek with them.

My mood swings about what to do never knocked me down but instead it gave me the most beautiful and cherishing memories to be reminisced forever; like if ever when I was moody enough to play sneak peek, I just desired to go run towards those hills and admire the beauty of the sky and the city I was blessed with. There’ll be numerous times when I ran off alone to the peak of the hill. I felt I should rather be grateful for what nature provides me than searching for something I wouldn’t love to admire as much. Of course I was little kid much attracted to nature's beauty than that of someone else's. On the other hand my evil aunt always caught me red handed bunking school and informed of the same to my mother and frustrated me enough to hate her. And then my Dad, holy dad! Just to make me stay at School, he used to send a staff behind me, to the school some times that used to stay guarding out; till there were least possibilities of me escaping school, And that well guarding tale is of my preprimary school ‘Saraswati Shishu mandir’.

Meanwhile as I grew up and finally had a personal ride; My very own, my bicycle ‘Hero-Razorback’ That I thought they had got it to me to bunk independently.  Early mornings weren't a headache for me instead everyday it felt like a new beginning for adding up to every cheering memory I make with my homies. Those were the planned escapes, planned with my friends to roam all day, and stay apart from my house till my little sister boarded our school bus, to have an excuse to take my bicycle with me. This chapter isn't about my willingness to do such things but it's just about the hills that I miss a lot and what’s my extent of potentials when I wanna be up there.