Oh how I miss those beautiful days …when I could break windows playing cricket in gullys and still be forgiven….when a nurse after giving an injection in the buttocks would kiss me… when I could go around during anytime of the day doing nothing and not getting scolded for it… when I could make my mother feed me food without anyone teasing me "you have grown big"… when I could jump on my dad’s stomach and my dad would play with me… when I could be carried around all the rooms on the back of my uncle… when sex, porn and condoms were just a figment of imagination…when similar feelings existed towards everyone and no special feelings towards anyone else…when emotional and horror movies were comedies and comedies complicated...when i could just roam around my house in chaddi and baniyan and slip on any dress without any sense of style or fashion...when i had to fight for a 50 paisa chocolate...
How I wished then I could grow up quickly and how I wish now why the former wish came true…truly miss those innocent mischievous days………
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