Being aware that it had been a long long time since I blogged, I would like to put down a thought that hit me few days back, which still comes up every now and then.
It was a very unexpected event when the flights had got suspended indefinitely owing to the second wave in India. Somehow this happened at the same time when I had taken up my annual home trip. I preferred to go before the rainy season there and not during the winter here. Hence, the summer was the perfect time.
Curfews, followed by lockdowns, followed by triple lockdowns had not been easy, not to mention all the fear and scare that stayed in the air. Staying at home was no way fun even at the beginnings. Barely managing to push everyday to the next, feeling guilty about being extremely unproductive even on vacations, trying to brood over the decision to come as well as to speculate when everything opens up, my morale was hit hardcore when a cyclone storm passed by the state. Heavy rains and thunderstorms meant trees would fall on electric posts with no clue when the electricity would be restored. Even my 2-and-a-half-year-old learned to say power cut. Rains and no light had been depressing.
Gambling on various travel options to reach by residence country, we were able to travel to Serbia which turned out to be an unexpected vacation to a European country. Disclaimer, I am only entering the subject of my blog. If you question me the reason for the above introduction, I felt it was apt to start with it in order to pen down the below.
When I was flying to Serbia, a million thoughts over crowded me, to start with the safety of the country, climate, food habits so on and so forth. Surprisingly, right from arrival at Immigration it turned out to be the friendliest country I have ever been to. Language was never a problem as I expected (I must give a fair share of credit to the google translate, of course). My toddler kept on finding new friends every day. People were warm, friendly with humility and the country turned out to be a good host. Evenings we went on a walk to the park below where there were so many kids playing and my little one had no trouble conversing in her gibberish which other kids understood and responded.
Parks. I have finally come to the topic of the day. There were different parks a few of which we visited. Park Is a large public garden or area of land used for recreation (Google Meaning). They had public gardens as well as children’s park with their play items which had the compulsory swings and slides. All the parks we visited had been so well kept. Not everyone had the amble gardens, it had what it needed in the right amount. It is a regular country with a history of its own and I am not talking about a must visit place of the country but the regular parks. And, the way they kept their parks for the residents as well as the occasional visitors like us, I felt l must give enough credit for this. This is what kept me thinking, my home country, the state to which I belong to, we do not have any such recreational areas. We have the amenities to do a facility but we do not have one.
Why do we not have one?
I do not wish to start a debate here nor do I want any of my readers to throw away the political and economic reasons why we don’t have any parks. All I am saying is, seeing such a simple country keeping up with small, doable parks, I wish, I really wish we had such simple, happy places called Parks in my little hometown.