Wo bachpan fir na ayega. :(

“The essence of childhood, of course, is play, which my friends and I did endlessly on streets that we reluctantly shared with traffic.”

Those days I cherish the most. 

Those roaming on the streets with the followers as if you were the DON. Those playing politics over small small issues as if you were the PM. Those playing 'luka chipi' and 'chor police'. Those cheating and then making 'innocent' faces. 

Those days I cherish the most.

Those getting scolded by mother and running into the aanchal of dadima. Those getting sweets from the lovely and fragile hands of grandma. Those asking stupid questions and getting equally stupid answers. Those getting stubborn over 'gobhi' and then coming out triumphant with a victorious big smile on face.

Those days I cherish the most.

Days when each day was 'holi' and everyday was 'diwali'. 

Those days I cherish the most.

The days are never going to come back. So why cry over the spilled beans. Its never too late to have a happy childhood. I say that the mature one and the child one in you should go hand in hand. The mature one will show you the rights while the child one will bring short-term joy in you.


"If you carry your childhood with you, its never too late."