A seemingly dead black ant, a broken 1.5V motor and a 1 cent coin......

Its amazing to think about daily events even though there are similar stories per se eating, sleeping and so on but whats most striking are subtler things. I drive longer sometimes for hours with small breaks at seemingly unknown but other wise unknown places. I walk for a longer time mostly on dense pavements and greener areas. When i was small i had this cycle and i remember how it used to gain speed on roads which i was not allowed to go because of the traffic but i used to break the rule not for any specific reason nor for the curiousity. Just becuase i felt doing so and when i used to do that there were no specific emotions also. It wasnt that i had subdued my conscience but ya there were no inner voices. As if i m made to do this.

I remember cycling on long plains, dry and empty. Not a sign of tempering. Human tempering say foot lines or things. There were trees not big though. I used to cycle fast and then slow down resting my head on the handle to look at the patterns of the ground. It were some moments when i felt i dont live here, its difficult to muscle with the words to describe how i felt but it was like some divine purpose otherwise i would have deinitely got bored of it.

But i used to come there more often, i dint even brought my gang with which i used to cycle till late evenings after i was done with the homework and dinner and things. I liked the fact that only i knew this place. I still know that tree, a small tree then, it had voilet colur wild flowers or seeds beacuse when you break them it fetched this purple colour sap. There were a lot of them, down there. I had buried my steel box, we used to call- 'compas or compox' with some things in it.
What were those things in that box. Ya i rememeber. Its strange type of memory i have. I remember specificly events even if they are 20 yrs old! with great detail but cant rememeber dates and numbers. May i had made a committment that i wont by heart anything a long time ago. May be something else!
Any ways- There was a dead ant, a white ant who got stuck in fevicol with which i was making a home with thermocol. There were a lot of big black ants in my house at vidisha since it  was flocked with 2 bigh gardens at the front and the end. So It got stuck in the fevicol and i first thought its fun then it was struggling a lot so i poured water to get it free but it wasnt moving. So i thought it would be dead.
Another thing was this small broken electric motor of 1.5 V capacity. I was gifted a car on some day i dont remember. I played with it for 3 days continuously, also before school and immediately after coming back to the time i would sleep with it.Then its front wheel got broken. I told that to evey one but no one took it seriously so i decided to fix it myself. I tried many things. But it just dint work out for me. I went to the shop asking if they keep a wheel for my car but they said i had to get a whole new car instead. I thought either shopkeepers were fool or they were making me one. I went with the second one as mom said children have to be careful if the shopkeepers as they thing we were more likely to be tricked.

So i decided after some thinking that how it might be to get rid of entire body of car and see whats making it run so fast. I fount a small motor and carefuly took it out of the chasis. Then checked it with a battery. It was good. I made newer stuff with it like fans, driller.. and also tried it on my teeths, it used to sound like huge crusher. It was fun untill i was caught by mom doing that. She said i could break my teeths with running shaft of the motor.She took it away with her and told me that she had thrown it away. Anyways after some pleading, shouting and emotional talk i got it back with the condition that i will play with it under her supervision. I said-" mom i m 7 now, other guys in the neighbourhood are already doin' stuff and all". She said- " No more excuses, if you want to continue to play, thats it". Actually with mom there is nothing like thats it. Whenever she said that it meant there was much more scope for negotiation. The trick is to wait for the right time. So i pretended to be playing in her presence and she got busy with television and then phone. I saw her laughing on the phone and bingo thats the time. I asked hurriedly to her. " Mom my friend is outside and i gotta go, we will play in the house next to our house". She said-" Ok go on but be sure that you dont put things on your teeths".
Job done!
I got back home with new attachment of a plastic fan with my motor. Soon it consumed the battery. But i had already exhausted 4 batteries. So i took them from watches- Alarm watches, Wall Watches and every thing that had batteries became victim. Then my little brother saw me engrossed me with the motor.
As a rule my brother will like to have what ever i am having because he thinks that there must be something 'good/better' in it. So he leaves his attention from his brand new toy gun and got fixated on my motor. I dint gave it to him. So what now he would go to mom and say that he wants it.
So as usual she comes to me and tell me to let my 'little' bother to let him play with my motor- My Discovery. I said what's in this motor, this stupid motor that he is not playing with his elegent nice gun.
I gave him and my mom 10 advantages from playing with the gun and 10 disadvantages from playing with my motor. I even included the 'hurting the teeth' reason. Guess what. He still wanted to go with the motor and my mom just follows. There i was looking at my little bro playing it not knowing how put it on but still enjoys, u know y, because i m jealous. And he makes the victory gestures. I am fumed to anger.
But i tell myself to relax. I am convinced that i can trick a 5 yr old. So i start innovating new games with his gun and try to make it look all the more interesting. He gets in to the web and i have my motor back.

After a long time that motor got broken and that too gets into that 'compas'. All these things. A seemingly dead big black ant , a broken 1.5 V motor and a one cent coin got placed in that steel box. That box got buried under that tree.