The School Camping Trip

Have you ever been camping?

It was the school camping trip. All of us dressed smartly in our uniforms with scarfs around our necks, busy setting up our tents. Looking around for places to put the pegs and tie the bamboo support for the handstitched canopy we had spent our after school hours preparing.The tents were decorated with the team logo and name.Sweating out in the heat we prepared the refuse pits and cooking areas.

All set we spread our mats inside the tents to take a breather before venturing into yet unknown territory of cooking.

Stoves were lit, while some couldn’t light up, thanks to the tango of the wind. Some managed to cook rice into a gruel and while some had undercooked lentils for dinner. However, the savoury self made candle light dinner cooked together had a flavour like none other.

Satiated and tired we dragged ourselves to the main focus of a camp. The campfire. Singing, dancing and playing games. With the warmth of the fire for company, our tiredness long forgotten and an unexplainable joy of camping with friends overcoming us, as we entertained ourselves into the dark of the night.

The most difficult part was the night patrol. Patrolling teams changed every hourly. While some managed to take up their posts, others slumbered into the night out of exhaustion.

The ride back home the next day was filled with mixed emotions… a longing to get home, yet a sadness of end of an adventure.

These memories are now distant yet precious. A reflection of the time spent with friends that are now scattered at all the corners of the world.

Image source google

Reminiscence

Friendship...meant to last a lifetime
But she ensured it wouldn't 
And how could a person so calculating
Commit to someone in entirety

But there was a flaw in my analysis 
I couldn't notice the streak of jealousy 
Or the veiled profanity 
Friendship at my end was full of dedication and loyalty

She walked all over me shattering my heart to peices
Never to look back as she marched to the trumpet of her pomposity

We may be far now and not spoken for decades in continuity
But the wounds on my heart ooze with each clarity

I would have given up 
But she comes to haunt my memory 
May be I should just disregard the memories of what she took..
Or should I just let her look?

In response to W3 Prompt#84

Image Source

Unpredictable Life

The long lost days

It was our meeting spot. ‘The infamous five’ we called ourselves. We used to wait impatiently for the clock to strike 4. We raced to the spot as soon as possible. Climbing trees, chatting, running around and just having fun.

Then the worst happened. We grew up and got busy in our lives. The meetings became fewer and members lesser and responsibilities bigger and larger.

But the trees are still the same, so is the bench and the ground beneath. Time seams to be trapped here holding our memories for eternity.

In response toCCC#263