Missing days of taking bath in the rain, going for a long walk aimlessly, playing gulli-danda and pithu, the hard work done in making a kabaddi ground and then playing there, eating mangoes in hot summer, long swings during Teej, sitting by window and seeing the people walking by and people cycling,
Those were the days when making a paper boat used to be fun and seeing it float on rain water would give the utmost joy. Solving Pahelis aka riddles asked by friends used to fulfill childish egos. Black and white movies on BW TV and chitrahaar on wednesdays would be much awaited for.
Grandmother love was unconditional. Used to feel important when she would save us from the scoldings of father.Never had heard the terms like mp3, ipod etc.
Those days will never come back...but will remain immortalized within me.
Those were the days when making a paper boat used to be fun and seeing it float on rain water would give the utmost joy. Solving Pahelis aka riddles asked by friends used to fulfill childish egos. Black and white movies on BW TV and chitrahaar on wednesdays would be much awaited for.
Grandmother love was unconditional. Used to feel important when she would save us from the scoldings of father.Never had heard the terms like mp3, ipod etc.
Those days will never come back...but will remain immortalized within me.
