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Every time I pass by a park, I see children playing. It halts me. I sit down on the green grass. Ah! They smell same as they used to when I was a kid. I see them playing on Sea-Saw, encasing them in mud moderately mixed with water giving a brisk effervescence of that heavenly smell which again revived those everlasting days. I once again saw myself in that boy with blue Tee and denim shorts. Jumping off from Jungle Tree, sliding down from Giraffe.
Yes, I use to be exactly like that little Me—
Anecdotes — Chronicles of my Life
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Those Were The Days |
Those were the blissful days. Days’ when being nonsense was just innocence, the word relationship was only limited to Mother – Son – Father, days’ when there was no gender, caste or society difference, race was always suppose to be a Race in a field with starting line and finishing line, choosing a crayon was a distress instead of career, 1 + 2 = 3 were the toughest mathematics problem rather than integration and differentiation. Snuggled in dust and mud, almost every day ripping off jeans and shorts at the park, turning white school shirt into light brown. Neighbors complaining— look Mrs. Kiran your darling son has yet again ended up breaking my window pane. I wonder how can he always aim at my house? Making excuses to Mom, every weekend an action figure from Dad, skinned knees, sharing lunch, fights for the window seat in the bus, thrill of upcoming festivals leaving in frenzy. Beside all these, gelling up with some anonymous friend of friend so easily was the best part. Mario and Taken 3 were the best entertainment which one could possibly get. Perhaps was a farewell for me. Fights with my younger devil brother like there is no tomorrow. And how can I forget his exquisite emotionally blackmailing tactics. We were always opposite to each other, like two poles of a magnet. But yes we thoroughly enjoyed our Bachpan. Ice-creams and chocolates were used to be my 7 course meal of all time; I mean who doesn't like to get dipped into the world of Ice-cream.
Multi – Ambition, each new morning gave me a new ambition to ride upon. From an astronaut to a farmer. Apparently life never lets you be what you exactly wanted to be. I also do remember my first ever crush on my teacher. And now when I look back then I realize Ah! I was too once a kid. Yes everything revived. I remember my toys, which are still my possessions, I remember the old Cartoon Network. Perhaps things have changed now. At times I think and feel proud to be a part of such a classic era which eventually ended. Left a deep impression in heart and joyful memories back in my Subconscious Mind. I still momentarily give a profuse random thoughts to go back into those blissful days and thwack the ground.
Whenever I dive into the world of these nostalgic anecdote, I end up staring at some random girl giving me a furious look and yes a small lump in my throat.
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