It's a pleasant afternoon. Generally May isn't a very pleasant month. Unlike other years there seems to be a reversal. I comfortably sit on my couch recollecting few memories. The only noise around me is of the fast blowing fan. All is quiet and silent. It's time for afternoon siesta for everyone at home. Summer afternoon's are lazy. It makes one crave for bed after lunch. This has been so ever since my childhood. When everyone goes to their room I qietly sit in the open lounge. I enjoy these lazy cool afternoons. 

As a child most of my afternoons use to be busy. We were six children at home. A number good enough to have fun. In our days we never had these fancy gadgets that required individual attention, secluding others from the gaming, rather we had games that required involvement of more than one person's to have fun playing games. Carrom, ludo, chess, badminton, cricket, flying kites, table tennis, playing cards, snakes and ladders, be a millionaire, complete the word, sudoku were few of our favourite games. We fought like enemies and laughed liked besties. We played like monsters and enjoyed like angels. Mostly afternoons were runtime for us, children at home.

In my teens, my choices started to change. I was more quite, mostly liked me times reading novels, watching some movie, listening songs and also writing. In those days we neverhad the opportunity to get easy written lyrics of our songs, so it was one of my best efforts made for my favourite songs. The afternoons were mostly reading time. I read thrillers, romances, history, science fiction, religious, spiritual and anything to everything that appealed my senses. I was a voracious reader then. 

Most of my adulthood I had several personal tasks to complete. The quiet afternoons were perfect hours to fulfill my mental needs. From sketching to painting, writing to reading, creating to analysing, all my afternoons went by quickly than they came. Returning home from job left me tired so afternoon siesta became a part of my adult routine too. It wasn't a surprise to me then why elderly enjoyed sleep time during afternoons. More than siesta it was essential. Much needed after a long day running around in summer heat.

Last year during May I was worried looking for a place to shift. It was total lockdown and my landlords were troubling me a lot. Finally my afternoons went in tears and worries. This wasn't what I had planned and dreamt. But it fell in my destiny lap in a shock. Summer afternoon's last year were a recovery time for me. After lunch mostly I slept to forget what was worrying me. I felt sleeping was a great get away. A nice way to escape the broken terrifying reality. It was a healer and soon I started recovering.

This year is exceptionally good. I am not talking in terms of environment or nation wide calamity but individually for me. It's a rebirth year for me. I find a new person in my place. Just getting introduced to myself, getting to know more and the best way is to the mansions of my past. Therefore I opened the doors of the castle. It takes me back into my childhood lanes to adulthood and working times. It's a leisurely walk down their. This helps me revisit most of what made me then. The best introduction to oneself. I'm enjoying the quiet afternoon recollecting few gems of my life's history. So I pen them down and keep them safe forever in words that I conversed with my memories.