………..a forced adult

What is your earliest memory? Describe it in detail: the place, the setting, the sights, smells, and sounds.

Walking through the thick tea bushes, the smell of fresh air filtered through my nostrils …..my little hands brushed the leaves that spread expansively like a green unending carpet…as i walked by slowly singing ….”watata watiriri……..” the women ahead paced faster and i tried to run to catch up. The thick forest was slightly visible from a far, my rope rested well in the sack i carried on one hand. The journey back wouldn’t be so pleasant with a load of firewood tied with the rope and balancing on my back. 

‘kang kang kang’ the pangas cut on the branches in unison the women seemed to cut on the branches of the fallen trees in a synchronous mode…..grand ma threw her pile of the wood at one corner and impatiently signed that i start arranging them on the ropes …..oh how my little legs would have loved to be jumping and playing kati with my friends……but we needed the firewood for selling if i was to get those DH rubber shoes i had requested earlier………