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Picnic - A Poem

Vanita Thakkar is an Entrepreneur - an Engineer-Researcher-Consultant and an Artist - Singer-Composer-Poetess-Writer from Vadodara, Gujarat.

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PICNIC


We went for a picnic

To a lovely, calm place,

A charming river flowing

Near by with grace.


Standing in queues

Long, thin trees.

Donor, little flowers

Surrounded by bees.


Cool and calm river water

Moving ahead slowly,

As if saying, “Go ahead !

As I stroll merrily!”


We play and enjoyed

And had snacks and sweets !

Hours passed by

As if they were minutes !


Round and red Sun

Hiding in the horizon.

Now, it was the time

For farewell to be bidden.


- Vanita Thakkar (10.01.1984)


I had written this poem as a little girl, passing my time, while travelling in a train ....

As I wrote this poem, most probably, I was remembering the picnics that we went for during our more than five years of stay in Assam till 1982.

One of our choicest destination was the village Jogighopa on banks of the mighty River Brahmaputra.

Bhutan was about 65 km from where we stayed. Weekend trips to the beautiful hills and towns in the nearby Galephu / Gelegphu region were very common.

The joys of roaming around in green wilderness, playing, singing and dancing in the shades of huge trees and enjoying the delicious delicacies we used to carry from home were vivid in memories ....

There were some other scenic locations as well, in nearby hills, which were called the Bagheshwari Hills or the Bagha Hills.

Some tea gardens were also there near the BRPL Township in Bongaigaon, Assam where we resided.

There was a well-knit group of neighbour families from different locations all over India - like, those from Gujarat, Maharashtra, Tamil Nadu, Rajasthan, Andhra Pradesh and Uttar Pradesh .... staying together in the township. Far away from our home states, we used to often have such fun-filled weekend outings together.

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Memories of Acquaintance with an elderly Sindhi Brother-Sister Duo travelling with us during a train journey ....


It was January, 1984. We were travelling by train from Vishakhapatnam, Andhra Pradesh to our home town Vadodara, in Gujarat. My brother and I were both school-going kids. We had to go from Vishakhapatnam to Mumbai, which takes about 30 hours and from Mumbai to Vadodara, which takes an overnight journey.

At Secunderabad, we were joined in our compartment by a gentleman and a lady, who we got know were siblings. The gentleman was elder. He must have been in his late fifties and his sister looked a couple of years younger to him. As it sometimes happens during train journeys, we co-passengers got introduced and little chats began. They were Sindhi by birth, residing in Hyderabad and were going to Pune.

Train journeys, for us kids, mainly meant sitting by the window, enjoying the swiftly moving beautiful views, and reading the books that we would get every time we undertook a train journey. We usually had long train journeys, so we got at least two books each per journey to keep ourselves busy and happy. We read in turns and were eager to finish reading them fast so that we could ask for more ....

I loved writing as well and during that journey I had penned this poem - Picnic. I showed it to my father and then to our co-passengers. Both were very happy, appreciating and encouraging me to keep writing ....

My brother has always been jovial and witty and like most brothers, he enjoyed teasing me. I was cute and talkative, as little girls are. The quips and counter-quips between my brother and me kept our little company amused.

We came to know that the elderly siblings were going to Pune to attend the funeral of their another sibling. They were both dressed in an indicative white attire and the lady had a teary, sad look in her bespectacled eyes, even as she lovingly smiled during our conversations - a smile that I still remember.

The more than twelve hours journey from Secunderabad to Pune got filled with fond affection of our co-passengers for us kids and friendly conversations between the elders. The elderly gentleman, as they were about to reach Pune, asked me to give him my notebook. He wrote a verse addressing my brother in it, which I still remember, even though my notebook got misplaced and is probably lost now, after so many years of handling between different places we stayed at. It said -

"Good boys love their sisters

And so good have they grown,

That they love other's sister

And forget their own !!" ....


Fond memories !!

Comments

Vanita Thakkar (author) on September 29, 2021:

Yes, Vidyaji. Happy to have loving friends like you here on HubPages. So nice that you are reminded of your old school friend !! You have a lovely name and our names rhyme well - Vidya and Vanita :) :)

Vanita Thakkar (author) on September 29, 2021:

Hello, Chitrangadaji !!

Delighted to hear from you. I am happy that you were reminded of your school picnics. I was eleven years old then :) :) - curious, restless and creative ….

Best regards to you,

VIDYA D SAGAR on September 28, 2021:

Oh is that so Vanita, that's a happy coincidence. I am sure they meant you. It proves that we are such good friends on Hubpages. Reminds me of a close friend during my school days. We were inseperable and the teachers would often address one with the other's name, causing do much laughter in the class.

Chitrangada Sharan from New Delhi, India on September 28, 2021:

Hello Vanita!

An enjoyable read, of your precious memories. Reminds me of my school picnics.

Considering your age at that time, you were brilliant even then.

Thank you for sharing!

Vanita Thakkar (author) on September 27, 2021:

@Vidsagster Vidyaji tussi chha gaye ho !! Two of our friends have called me Vidya. My identity is at risk, I am afraid (Ha, Ha ….)

Have a great day ahead !!

Vanita Thakkar (author) on September 27, 2021:

Thanks, Rozlin for coming by, reading and commenting. Much appreciated.

It would be good to just remind you that you read Vanita’s poem and article not Vidyaji’s :) :)

Vanita Thakkar (author) on September 27, 2021:

Thanks, Bill. So nice to hear from you !! But you changed my name (Ha, Ha)

This is Vanita, not Vidya :) :)

Vanita Thakkar (author) on September 27, 2021:

Thanks, Vidyaji. Happy that you liked it all.

Vanita Thakkar (author) on September 27, 2021:

Thanks a lot, John. Much appreciated.

Rozlin from UAE on September 27, 2021:

Lovely poem, Vidya. I enjoyed reading your childhood memories. Thanks for sharing.

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on September 27, 2021:

Wonderful memories, Vidya! I completely enjoyed learning about a slice of your past. Thank you for sharing!

VIDYA D SAGAR on September 27, 2021:

I enjoyed reading your wonderful childhood memories and the poem you wrote as a little girl, about the picnic, Vanita. The pictures are also cute. Thanks for sharing.

John Hansen from Gondwana Land on September 27, 2021:

Vanita, thank you for sharing your memories of the delightful train journey and your poem. A very nice read.

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