I loved walking around my neighbourhood, as a kid, for kicks of course. Very often, I used to stop by a house and stare at it for a long time imagining every little activity happening inside. I used to imagine the colour of the walls, the smell of the kitchen and the sound of their lives. Every house housed a unique story, courtesy my imagination.
Walks to remember
I knew all the houses by heart and by story. And so, on one of my ramblings, I stopped by a house as I heard a beautiful sort of tinkling sound just as I was passing by. I began noticing that every time I reached that particular bend I would hear the same sound – a beautiful sound. From then on, I made a point to stop at that bend for a few moments to enjoy the sound.
I never dared tell anyone about this little adventure of mine, for fear that someone might accuse me of eavesdropping. But then slowly, the cynic in me began doubting this little sound – that emanated out of nowhere just as I would pass the bend. So one day, I decided to unveil this mystery. I stood there (challenging my little self) to uncover the truth.
~ Where was this sound coming from?
~ Why does it come when I’m passing by?
~ Was anyone making a fool out of me?
No amount of preparation would have prepared me for this moment of truth…
Yes, it was the wind-chime: not too visible for a passer-by but subtly audible for ones who had the ears for it. [The amount of intense staring I indulged to uncover this mystery sound could have easily got me into trouble as a trespasser had I not been 8 years old].
Even to this day when I hear the *chimes*, my heart skips a beat as I am transported back in time.
Even to this day, I fight the urge to own a wind-chime. I don’t have one and I’ll never have one. This is a sacred sound, a sound of childhood serendipity and I want it to be thus for all eternity.
What a nice memory!
Thank u. It is a sound memory, indeed.
Love this! And that first pic is amazing!
Thank u.. I love the pink there 🙂