Sunday Trail – Romance with the Windmill

Reinforcing the memories

The giggles were too melodious to resists, the little girl in the yellow frock ran with the pinwheel in her hand, ran as if for life. Her life in the colorful PINWHEEL so that it swirls, in the courtyard and the grounds attached to the ancestral home.

Childhood Games

These were the days when happiness was simple. Toys like the pinwheel, a top, Marbles, five stones, Chaupar, Gilli Danda, Hopscotch was what we played with. Most games did not involve a purchase and, the majority were team games. The pinwheel placed at a height speaking about my ownership and, making a colorful sight in my home always made me wonder why it swirled sometimes and not most of the time.

The good olden days are my fondest memories, what remained with me is the fascination of the Pinwheel swirling. This Childhood memory took me to the windmills. Fascination heightened over the years and, the trail was to pacify it today.

Sunday morning trail

It’s 5:00 am on a Sunday, It is a little boring to wake up so early but, my trails are too tempting to resist, the car is stacked up and, the girl gang is dressed for the Romance. One of us in a yellow one-piece looks similar to the girl in a yellow frock. Make a note your age doesn’t matter. We are en route on the Nasik Pune Highway.

The early morning air is crisp with clouds fully loaded but not heavy as to pour, we are on to the MOHADERI Ghats on Nasik Sinnar Road.

The Four Musketeers 

With Sunroof drawn, the four musketeers take turns to fill our lungs with the purest of the morning Breeze. It’s very well said and known that the travel to the destination is more enjoyable than the destination itself.

We are on our way to Jambgoan Paste to enjoy the many windmill farms located in the vicinity. Leaving the highway, we take a countryside road and let me tell you my hometown has rich fertile countryside and I take absolute pride in it.

Summer produce shopping… Sustainability

As I pass the villages, the huge Iron baskets stocked up with the summer produce give an idea of how provisions for the upcoming season are made in every household and, it’s tempting to go and shop. OHHH yes! We can shop anywhere and everywhere, from farm produce to anything.

The Sun can Holiday TOO

Bored rising at the same destination, the sun seems to be on a vacation, to some far-off destination. The narrow black curvy road takes us deep in the hills where the only sound I hear is of the winds, powerful and singing. The chorus is melodious and, the child in me is excited to spread myself on the green natural carpets.

And stretch I do, under the huge windmills, uncountable in a row, white with a unique shape of the blades sucking in Oxygen, just like me, only the quantity differs. Making a picturesque sight, they can be seen from the highway, but the road leading to them and then actually reaching and stand very next to them, I felt minuscule.

The countryside is dotted with them, and the villagers now are adapted to them, making a great blend of technology and organic farms around. This great invention to use natural wind power and, to convert it into electrical energy to use for mankind I bow down to this scientific  innovation.

The child in me kept coming back all the time urging me to visit the windmills and today seeing them standing tall very  swirling put my curiosity to rest.

Tempting Picnic Basket

Opening our Picnic basket under the windmill, amidst the most beautiful open spaces, we have a sumptuous breakfast.

Strolling through the fields, we decide to climb a hillock where we meet Asha collecting twigs. Probably she understood our difficulty while ascending hill and came up to us, to help us lead the way and in her way motivated us ….

Asha …… Back to childhood …Girl in a Yellow Frock

Studying in Grade 7, the best part we liked was the school in that village was  functioning  and she was eager to  showcase her knowledge  and spell  our names taking pride  in her schooling … Most of our names were spelled correctly and was surprised to see we could drive on our own…. Just 40km away the difference is huge.

Happy to chitchat with her we easily climbed the hill not knowing how she made it easy, probably by keeping us busy understanding her English… From the top of the hill, we had the, most stunning view of the windmill farms and the countryside.

 It’s an Era of Digital Games

Giving in to the nature and memories, we laughed our hearts out to the most wonderful childhood we each had spent and how fond memories we made remembering each mate. Gratitude to our parents, today this seems to be bygone. The definition of Games is digital, I rarely see teams fighting over a point and, it does sadden me. I learned many life skills through these games and toys and miss today’s generation not doing those.

The Sunday trail and the windmill technology did pacify my fascination with fresh memories we are back and ready for a new one.

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