A Game of Badminton

The mornings were extremely cold during our stay at home in December, but without fail my husband would be awake by 6 am. He would then try waking me up by rubbing his freezing wet hands on my face. And if that failed he would try the same trick on my 13 year old cousin, Maini. All for a game of Badminton.

Now let me tell you that the winter mornings in Assam are usually in single digit. Even the visibility of the road right next to our gate would sometimes be low due to the fog. My parents, covered in layers of woollen sweaters, shawl and monkey caps were totally baffled by the strange dressing ritual of my husband - a heavy blanket covering his shoulders and torso, while the legs were barely covered by a thin half pant, the kind of style I sometimes resort to on cold New Year's Eve in the name of fashion.

I always wake up to a bustling household no matter the time - loud whistling  of pressure cooker, playful screams of a match in progress, cries of my other cousin Duggu and of course, the aroma of piping hot tea. By that time hubby and Maini would have played umpteenth set. Little Maini, trying to match his speed, my dad cheering on from the sidelines, throwing instructions once in a while, Mom sitting on the porch - waiting for the grocery sellers to cycle past our home.

Sometimes I would take the bat from Maini and show him who's the boss. Oh he hates playing with me, because I make him run ... like a lost puppy :P !! Dad would be laughing and wondering aloud how I managed to get this good. Well, I am really not that great, it's just that he is surprised to see me out of the bed doing some activity apart from stuffing myself with Pitha, that too early in the morning. 

There was one day though, when my serves weren't right (I blame the bat, we broke two of them). My 68 year old Dad came up to me, chiding my service, took the bat showed exactly how it's done. It was a beautiful serve. And just like that I was transported back to a time far far away. Same place, same people but years apart.  

Arm bent as you hold the bat close to your chest, the shuttlecock at the centre and then with just one light tap it flies across the net.

We had played hundreds of sets in the same frontyard, my mom watching us through the grill, in between reading newspaper and knitting a sweater. Sometimes chatting with Dad, reminding him to buy fish and mustard oil from the market. My brother and I were fierce competitors, while Dad and sister played leisurely. Our dog Tiger would participate too: jumping and barking in excitement, licking our feet. 

Now instead of Tiger, it's a beautiful Labrador, Nikki, who gets really upset if we don't allow her to play a game with us. She would stand right in the middle, and as the match progresses, would run between us, keenly following the shuttlecock. 

As I type these words, thousand of miles away is my heart, my home and a bundle of memories.

Monday Musing


  1. And thanks for sharing your lovely memories.Those childhood days are so precious.

  2. Such memories makes us look back at the wonderful moments spent in life.

  3. Aww! Such a lovely post, full of nostalgia! The tidbits you fed us on about those leisurely moments you shared with your parents as a little girl, and now, as a grown up, were mesmerising! Esp loved reading about your furry babies trying to butt in and enjoy your game! :) ♡

  4. Aww! Such a lovely post, full of nostalgia! The tidbits you fed us on about those leisurely moments you shared with your parents as a little girl, and now, as a grown up, were mesmerising! Esp loved reading about your furry babies trying to butt in and enjoy your game! :) ♡

  5. sucha lovely post on so many levels.
    Yes, there is a certain bittersweet sense as we relive these memories even if it is with the same individuals in the same scenario - because often life has weathered us down. We remember our parents as young and energetic back then while we were still small and doe-eyed. Nowadays, when I see them sitting in the same sofas as they had from decades ago, I feel so nostalgic of the days gone by.
    Not to mention the memory of watching a new dog running circles around them and remembering the old dog doing the same a decade ago.

  6. Ah, beautiful memories you have. I too have something similar, not that noisy ones though 😊

    Childhood memories are always to be cherished, for they reflect our innocence too. Glad reading!

  7. How lovely, Rajlakshmi! Thank you for sharing this. Took me right back in time making me nostalgic for beloved family members long gone. Sigh. Thank heavens for happy memories!

  8. Such a sweet post and so beautiful memories. Childhood homes are always special and the memories are nostalgic. Very beautifully written :). Btw, I am back to blogging... yes again :P.

  9. Such a sweet post! I actually sat back to think about how we enjoyed the childhood days. Memories keep us fresh and going even when we are away from home.Thanks for sharing!

  10. Beautiful stroll down memory lane

  11. Oh, I loved this post! Happy childhood memories- re-living them- best there is. I did the same today and I seem to have been very nostalgic lately - so your post made me happy! Thanks sweetie:-)

  12. Memories are the sweetest things of life. They have to be cherished for time immemorial. I wish i could relive some of my good days too.

  13. Sweet precious memories Raj.. Aren't they?
    Playing badminton is always fun. But once, during my college days, I had this severe leg injury which led me not getting indulged in any of the sport. I know that sucks! Sometimes, with cousins and family all around, gathering in the night and playing badminton, all I do is watch them wondering if I could play.
    I can though, but then there's always a risk of getting injured at the same place where it hurt years back and the probability of that happening is pretty high!
    Glad to know you're a champion at the sport :)



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