In memory of those wonderful years of our life, that ‘just’ passed away
When being called a ‘kid’ was no insult
And acting ‘childish’ was fun
When bicycle races were more adventurous than the bike stunts
When fights with siblings were deadlier than a roadrage
When basic multiplications were more horrible than advance mensuration
When hand videogames were better b’day gifts than the playstations
When sharing a chocolate was costlier than sharing the monthly bills
When a ride on Dad’s scooter was more awaiting than the chauffer-driven cars
When an outcry for maggi was more vocal than a panic for pizza
When a nap on mother’s lap was more passionate than a hug on the first date
When a one hr. punishment was more threating than a one week suspension
When A was for ‘Apple’ and B was for ‘Boy’ and Not ‘Avantika’ and ‘Barkha’
When Nataraj pencils fitted best in box than a Parker pen in pocket
When shoulders were meant for heavy bags only and not Responsibilities
THOSE WERE OUR GOLDEN DAYS THAT MAKES US THINK
BETTER BE A CHILD
Followed by an unanswerable ques-
“for what did we always wanted to grow up so early?”
