Rooftops and singing songs with Durva….My childhood memories
and lovely her…
Sophia balconies and sessions of crazy laughter …
Mom’s cakes...Her Lap and my naps... Papa’s constant pampering and gifts…Riding on Bhai’s
shoulders and later on his Bajaj Scooter… Watching TV amongst family chatter.. Shanti ‘Bai’ and me; ‘her little BabyJi’… Bhai’s friends ; their naughty jokes, and me behaving coy..
Going to ‘Dreamland’ seemed so stylish… Riding pillion on a friend’s bike seemed so stylish…
Wearing Papa’s T Shirts seemed so cool… Riding on Kinetic (Sukriti, Nidhi, Amrit, where are those dumb vehicles?) , we looked like fools !!
Discussing ‘Cosmo..’ was a total Rage… Meenakshi scolding us for not acting our Age..
Deeksha, Her Zen and Civil Lines… Her moral stories and my scorn on why she acts “divine??”
There was goodness in the smile, there was hope with every mile…
Those colorful days have flown away…. Their memories however, will always stay…
What went on after that is not worth it my friend…. Coz life dint allow to remain innocent... It grilled us and dried some roots...
Those days saw us chirpy, saw us mad, taught us nothing… just left us glad… Left us craving…
