Homemade Summer Camp
A 100 word story
Homemade Summer Camp
One summer my working mother realized she didn’t carry my sister and me for nine months just to have us swallowed by the TV.
She unlocked an abandoned apartment nearby, with grey mosaic tiles and dull walls. She filled it with children. Colours and chatter spread throughout.
Her friends brought snacks. Maggi noodles, idlis, puffed rice. They taught us craft, yoga, singing. This is the memory I keep reliving. I create summer camps all year.
On the last day, we made cherry blossoms from pink crepe paper and sang patriotic songs. Limbs everywhere—jumping, dancing, hula-hooping. Joy for my school-bruised being.
What are your summer camp memories?
Join the summer camp of words, The Rhythm of our Stories.
Presented by
, facilitated by Vimal Chitra and me.
I dream camps - they follow - spring, summer, rains, autumn, winter
Pitched neatly in my head, the camp looks at the trail
longing, waiting for me each night, as we share stories of loneliness.
How precious! ❤️