This morning, Dad, Sis and I went to Nehru Park for a walk. Situated near Chankayapuri, this park has been a favorite haunt for my family for over 20 years. When we were little, Mom and Dad used to carry us and a basket of stuff to this park for a picnic. They used to go on bicycles before Dad bought a car.
Soon, we were able to contribute by packing the basket ourselves. One old double bedcover, some newspaper, plates, spoons and tissues, and whatever food Mom had prepared for the picnic. We had out favourite shady trees under which we would sit, and the edge of the little lake offered a good place to walk. There was a cluster of Champa trees that offered a miniature climbing challenge, and some fifteen-foot-high hillocks tempted us to roll down their grassy slopes.
After lunch and a nap, we played the official family game, where each member was given a bedcover ride one by one. You could sit merrily on the bedcover while the three others pulled at one side of the bedcover and dragged you down a slope. The bedcover developed un-washable grass stains, but who cares?
We laughed and ran and skipped and fought and yelled and napped and grew up in Nehru Park. I wonder of families go for impromptu picnics these days. We still do. They are so much more fun than a trip to the mall.