My Obra Days - Sweet Childhood

The sun, a benevolent eye, peeked over the Kaimur Mountains, casting a golden glow over Obra. In the heart of the colony, our home, provided by UPSEB, stood proudly at a corner, a sanctuary of childhood chaos and warmth. Roads crisscrossed outside, leading to the bustling Khairatiya market and the bus stand, but inside, our world was contained within the familiar walls and the sprawling courtyard.

A giant mango tree presided over the courtyard, its branches swaying gently in the morning breeze, a silent witness to countless games and whispered secrets. On the left, a towering neem tree offered its shade, a constant companion to our daily adventures. As the youngest of three, I, Krishna, along with my elder sister and our daredevil elder brother, reveled in the ample space for play, our laughter echoing through the air.

Today, the quiet hum of the morning was broken only by the chirping of birds and the distant sounds of the waking colony. My elder brother, the architect of our wildest fantasies and fears, was nowhere to be seen, likely plotting his next grand adventure or perhaps, just perhaps, still dreaming of the ghosts he so loved to invent for our benefit. The scent of breakfast was beginning to wa waft from the kitchen, promising another day of sweet discoveries and unexpected lessons in the charming, sometimes chaotic, world of Obra.