CHILDHOOD

The summer sun rays glinted on our heads.

Drops of sweat rolled down our faces dint

ever stop us from playing .

Our voices rang loud and clear into the night .

Our laughter reverberated through the walls of our

House until we were numbed into silence .

Behind closed doors would be our own karaoke nights.

Music and dance were simple movements that gave us joy

Rather than the fancy moves we adapted for clubs .

Life was simpler then , a sip from the sip up would make

Our day in the summers .

Pani puris would be swallowed without a thought.

Infinite number of snow golas would be eaten without

Consent.

Our innocent smiles spread on our faces were caught

In seconds by elders .

Yet it never stopped us .

We were spirited !

The days would be filled with visuals that would come alive

At night .

Horror movies played its games in our little minds with great

Exaggerations .

The nights would be echoed with creaks and unknown

Fears related to the day.

We would fear to walk down the corridors without the

Other .

We were each others pillars … a constant support.

Maggie became our best friend during the wee hours.

Aam panna would wipe away our thirst , our hunger would be

Conquered by steel “Dabbas” that would contain delicious treats.

Back Then it seemed we would be like this for infinity but then reality

Struck ..

Breakfast would turn into brunch but it would be laid out kingsize

Flowing with samosas , kachoris , poha.

The aroma would wake us up .

The fragrance from the sprawled gardens would enter our room

Through the open balcony doors teasing our senses.

Our evening strolls in the gardens would be a form of activity but now

Heavy machines have replaced these innocent strolls.

We appreciated nature but now do we have time for it ?

Every time we wanted to hop and shop we were driven everywhere

by our uncles and chauffeurs but we dint Realise how time passed and it is us who are driving them .

The days would melt into nights without our notice .

And one fine day summers would be over and we Would leave .

It took days to recover … but then always a hope erupted and

Excitement for the next summer .

Years passed …

Seasons changed …

We changed …

Our physical structures changed .

Summers holidays turned into winters holidays …

months turned into mere days visits .

Life moved ahead and we too …

Now we are together but loaded with the world’s weight

And expectations.

we are in constant battle with the world rather than

Amongst us for Bombay sandwiches.

In time we have become a support to others without realising.

A pillar for the new family that we have acquired,

Our bags once filled with toys are now loaded with

Responsibilities.

The stairs to the house we had played alphabetical games

Have now become just a part of a structure but yet it is

Symbolical to us .

The gates would always have our secret carvings before

They are repainted for new members.

They would never know our story would they ?

We have fire in us but no passion …

Where is our passion lost ? Has the world sucked it out of us?.

Is it lost In our childhood?

Our Memories would always flow just like films but without copyrights .

These are moments that we would cherish and share .

These films are made with our experiences … our laughter

Our tears …

we will always be in this together.