In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Out of Your Reach.”
There was a toy which I always wanted but could never get: that was a plane which could fly and come back to me. I had seen it once. Someone in my neighborhood or at a relative’s home. But no, I didn’t get a chance to look at it closely. If my friends in neighborhood or any relatives had it I must have got to try my hand at it once. But it didn’t happen. So it must have been somewhere on TV or somewhere distant–where I just had an instant to look at it.
But my favorite childhood toy was a video game and I did get it. Not just once. So why does the memory of that plane linger? I think I craved for it between age 4 to 6 or something and I couldn’t get it. I went to shops in my vicinity and in market but they didn’t have it. Sometimes I asked my grandfather or uncles who were visiting out-of-town to bigger cities, but I couldn’t get it. I feel they never took me seriously or whatever, but I lost the urge after sometime. You know how strong our urges are unless they are truly deeply rooted and we are all children all our lives!