Every single day well spent sums up to a life fully lived.

A look into my 'reel' life is all that takes to remind me the 'Real' moments of my life. This is what i realized as i looked into the old photo albums. I think they are the most precious treasures every family owns. I'm always for clicking away on special occasions or memorable moments. Helps you relive those moments even after what seems like an eternity. Ahhh! Those were some days. Waking up to the rising sun and the chirping birds, to the sound of dad showering in the bath humming his old set of hindi songs and to the frantic cries of mom trying to wake me from my slumber party. I think the most Real experiences fall in the following category...

• Our childhood.
• Our children's childhood! 
• Nature

Some things just don't change from generation to generation, do they? Every new generation evolves, but there is one thing that always bonds all generations together. Trips to beaches, parks, gardens, rivers, waterfalls, hill-stations, valley views etc. It's amazing how nature works in binding families together.

Childhood is undoubtedly the best part of my life by far. It was a whole different domain i lived in back then. No worries of the 'big-bad-world' what-so-ever. The worries were limited to the 'big-bad-wolf' who followed lil red riding hood in the woods! It was like being one with the nature, exposing it's parade of tricks and treats. What interested me back then was not the gossip of a bunch of silly people, nor did 'what will people think about me' bothered. The only thing that mattered was doing the things that made me happy, and doing it with perfection. Squeezing every little fun it had to offer. That was one amazing life as kids. I remember wanting to be a BIG GIRL soon back then. Seriously, what was i thinking?! I have no clue. I guess the grass will always remain greener on the other side, won't it? 

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Anyway, it was just another eventful day seventeen years back. I had hit the sack after kissing mom and dad goodnight. The moment my head hit the pillow, i was sound asleep, and i dreamed of beautiful happy things as usual. It felt like i had slept forever when some noise woke me up. No it wasn't my mother, because it was a Sunday - the only day of the week when i wasn't woken up by a frenzied mother! The sound was very melodious and pleasing. I did not wish to open my eyes. I knew of lullabies that put kids to sleep. But i never knew there was music to wake kids too. Reluctantly i opened my eyes slowly, making sure it wasn't a part of my sweet dream. No, it wasn't! So then what was it? Was it a new way adopted by mommy dear to wake me? If it was, then i didn't really mind this one. For the first time, getting out of bed did not feel so bad.

With my ears alert to the source of the sound, i tiptoed towards the window which opened into our balcony. The sound seemed to come from over there. Pulling the bright red stool to the window, i stepped on it, craning my neck to look out of the window. I looked out only to find the neatly arranged flower pots with the dew set in on the leaves. I was mesmerized by the colorful sight, and wondered why it never fascinated me before. Maybe because i never visited the balcony anymore after dad got it grilled, scared that i'll fall down from the first floor, after my curious attempt to look down from above which had almost unbalanced me. I would have gone crashing down, if not for the timely save by dad, followed by a long lecture of why it was wrong. At that point, the only thing that mattered was looking down, not how dangerous that was! 

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Well.. that almost distracted me from the melody, but soon i was back on my mission to find the source of the sweetness in my ears. And then within a blink of my eye, something fluttered past me. I screamed in fright and remained frozen until dad came running with a broomstick in his hand. He probably expected another encounter with a cockroach and my tantrums. But this time it was different. I was looking at something with such curiosity and amazement, dad decided to go and look into it. What he saw next amazed him too! It was a bird nest with three eggs and a bird in it. It was right at the corner of the grill, and somehow covered up. It probably wouldn't have been visible at first sight, if not for the baby-sharp-will i had to find the source.

Dad warned me not to touch it, or the bird would never come back to the nest again because it would sense danger even if we didn't intend any harm. I sooo wished to transfer the nest into my shoe box and make it comfortable for the little ones when they hatched. But for a change i paid heed to what dad had to say and obeyed him this time! We stared at it for some more time together and thinking of that time now, makes me realize how real it felt. A 100% REAL EXPERIENCE... a moment to be treasured for eternity. 

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The minute i read about 'The Kissan 100% Real Blogger Contest', the first thing that flashed me was this. As a little child, it was a moment of appreciation of life and it's beauty, a moment of togetherness... and now as a grown up having experienced some lows and highs life has to offer, it's a moment i look back on, to remind myself that when the going gets tough, the tough get going. It reminds me life is beautiful, magical and a very valuable possession. It is a constant reminder that every single day well spent sums up to a life fully lived. 

Cheers to life, it's miracles, and everything it has in store for us.

P.S. This is a submission to The Kissan 100% Real Blogger Contest.