They say, “Life is magical when you are with kids!” I am no exception to deny it. I, too, happened to travel to one of my favorite holiday destinations with my family and friends. It was a planned trip to Mysore from Bangalore. Everyone backpacked clothes, food, water, electronic gadgets, and what not… the list was big, though the bag mouth cried.
But… one bag was different. It was small, pink-colored, heavy for a three-years-old, and had items that could take you to the world “Kid-o-Mania”. Ashik, my nephew, was a naughty kid, but at the same time, he is a kid with extra-ordinary dreams. He would play all android games, thousand times better than I would, in his tab. On the other hand, he would draw a bird inside a cage, erase the cage, set it free and smile happily. It was his wisdom. To such a kid, his mother, my elder sister, packed his bag, in a way he wished it to be packed.
His toy “buzz lighter” (sorry, if there is a typo) was kept at the bottom in a corner, the small football in another corner of the bag, Frisbee, the dress to play in the mud, a small spade and other stuffs (the names I could not recall), his favorite cream biscuits, the best homemade popcorn, extra pair of sandals, the kids guitar, his shades, the tab, the pink colored water bottle (he is a pink lover) and his favorite books (includes his homework, notebook and pencil box… these days kids have to write homework even in their holidays :P).
I had no idea on what he was up to. I observed him from the very first minute of our trip. He read his book for the first thirty minutes of travel, then he played “Subway Surfers” for twenty minutes, he took a small nap, before we got down to have our breakfast. After the breakfast, he was playing with his toys. Once we got down at Mysore palace, he was not so active, but after noticing the big palace, he got excited. It was fun to watch him jump, shout and do all sort of stuffs. When we were done with the palace, we sat down. He quickly wore a coat and started playing with his spade; I really wished that I be his company. Might be, he read me, so he invited me to play with Football. Trust me; I’ve never enjoyed playing Football that much before. He then washed his hands in the nearby tab, and ate the delicious homemade popcorn, and drank water from his bottle.
We roamed around the city all day. We were tired by the evening, but he was not. He was still up with the guitar in the return journey and danced to the tunes we played in our mobile phones. I had a great experience that day.
If vacations are Pizzas, then vacations with kids’ means “Pizzas with Cheese Burst”! True that! I wish to have more Pizzas with Cheese Burst. Okay, for now, I’m signing off… keep sending your thoughts on comments and emails. Have a nice day!