” Come in tired souls. I’ll get coffee for the two of you and hot chocolate for the little chap”, Mum said.
Our legs and arms were aching. My back was hurting too. But we weren’t complaining.
“And what’s that stupid smile on both of your faces ?”, Mum asked handing us our coffee mugs.
” Shall I do a cart wheel ?”, answered my husband and we both burst out laughing.
Now, I’m not sure what Mum thought about her daughter and son-in-law then. But I’m sure she was glad to see us laughing loudly and enjoying ourselves. Being from a small town, she is wary of city life. She says we live like robots bound by schedules and deadlines. No time to connect with others. ” You’ve forgotten to live life”, she often says.
To live life like a child, that is what we did that day.
We climbed the rocks, walked barefoot in the sand, crossed the little brook, followed it to the waterfalls. Played frisbee and football with the kids, made the pebbles bounce on water, danced to the beats of the tribal drums. Spread the mat and ate homemade fried rice and ‘picnic style chicken’. Laughed at silly jokes, played charade and sang songs with my cousins.
We came home smiling, refreshed and rejuvenated. So much better than the ‘ materialistic breaks’ we city folks are used to taking- weekend gateaway to resorts with pool and spa and fine dining.