I wish things would be so calm and serene as on top of the trees.
When I was a kid, I loved climbing trees in spite of my mother’s disapproval. I had done it earlier when I was living with my grandparents for a couple of years. My grandparents lived in a house with a big garden in a village. They even had a river surrounding the house. I grew up playing in nature and loving it.
There was a guava tree on the side of the house, next to my room’s window. The branches were growing until some of them reached up to the middle of the river. On the other side of the river was the house of my grandparents’ neighbour who had a 7 year old granddaughter, about my age. We became friends. I would climb on the tree, sit on its branch above the river and she would climb on her tree on the other side cheerily. Each time we would climb higher and higher. We would talk and talk, feel the branch swaying us, so lovely.
It was so peaceful at the top. I could even see the birds there sometimes. The noises were fading away, people were so far away, and I was away in my own world.
I wish I could go back to that world of mine now.
