When was the last time you picked up your pen and started to jot down your thoughts which were actually feelings? Maybe when pen only meant pencil and growing up only meant happiness. And you say you don’t get time to gather your thoughts to do something, but you miss your innocent child life. All the things that meant happiness to you back then are now just lifeless scattered feelings. Despite learning from odds you developed a negativity to every side. While growing up, you almost forgot meaning of the word ‘living’. Back when packing your bag for another day and wait for Mumma to cook something special meant the world to you. When the only thing that bothered you was how to set a lasting impression on your class teacher so that she makes you the monitor of your class. Where you’ll be disciplining all of them who once made you cry and let some the liberty to talk who once made you happy by simply sharing their lunch. When holding grudges and revenge kind of words weren’t in your vocabulary. When you didn’t even know if vocabulary kinda thing existed and you were improving it all over. When the only sin committed was to call class teachers by their respective name. When the biggest crime was to take somebody’s eraser and never returning it back. When the rotation was all we fought for and vacant classes were all we waited for. When the moment of happiness was when the maths teacher who was to take the exam was absent. When participating in the annual function was no less than walking on a red carpet. Those times where our biggest challenge was to learn how to ride a bicycle and conquering it was our biggest victory. We didn’t know anything about fear of losing cause only thing that mattered was to gain. When we were immature yet knew everything about how to be happy over little things and cry over big ones. When we knew nothing about karma but still never did anything to regret over. Gone are the childhood days and our brainchild where innocence enveloped every single thought. We don’t miss them any longer, we just want to go back and live them over and over like it’s forever. Where there won’t be any fear of growing up because we’ll be transported back to the time where we know nothing but innocence, pencils, lunch boxes and again- innocence all over. But, our childhood distant dream has been achieved! Yes, we grew up.
Feeling nostalgic, aren’t you?
In a nutshell, we can’t go back to our childhood but we can discover it once again in our siblings, those roadside kids and above all in their happiness which only care about discovering the beauty in every little thing.