Yesterday while standing on the balcony I saw some kids playing, enjoying and having a wonderful time. I kept watching them for almost an hour; it did take me back to the good old days. As the song goes, “those were the best days of my life………” Now, that exactly is the reason behind this blog….
I long for those days when my conscience was as sensitive as my taste buds and my innocence pure like the dew. Those were the days when I wondered were the sun went off after 6. Those were the days when I was forced to sleep twice a day. When I used to envy my grandmother so much, as the only thing she used to do was reading Bible and newspapers. Those were the days when I wanted to grow up very fast only for the reason that I don’t need to write exams nor study if I grew older. When I dint know how it felt to have a broken heart. When I didn’t know how much people hated each other. When I dint know what politics was or what the word government meant. When my brother used to tease me asking “Who is the Prime Minister of Kerala??”. When I dint know how much my dad and mom loved me. When I dint know the meaning of relationships. Those were the days when all the games we played ended up in a fight with my brother my mom saying “No more games”. When I never worried about tomorrow nor fret about yesterday. When I never worried about what other people would think of me.
Being a kid is always special. But I’m not a kid anymore. I’m just another brick on the wall that seems to think survival is success. I guess I’ll just keep wishing I was a kid again and maybe, just maybe, I’ll get lucky enough to relive one of those beautiful realities.