- Childhood I left behind -

Who don't miss his/her childhood? Yeah, everyone does. So, I am. Several large meadows, the vast river Ganges, more than 100quarters, numerous friends, a little school, carefree thoughts roaming around and a worthy life to live for! The area was about 2km of radius, even beyond my limit of joy. The childhood was better and even growing up was even better.

Sometimes, I remember the old "Salomi" stilled in the silver frame, or the lively smile on my pink lips. The eyes (though hazy) still lighten and cheerful. I lived in the world of fairies, princesses, castle and magical powers. Oh! How I love them! The illusion which is nothing more than innocence. Dreams nothing more than contentment. Friends nothing more than life.



       7 things I loved in my childhood:

• Playing with friends.
• Enjoying a quality time with parents.
• Watching Barbie movies
• Fighting with my brother.
• Having phuchka.
• Reading fairytales.
• Drawing and painting.

      Now, these things has changed in a different way in my life, even adding a little to it: 

•  Friends, are no more trusted ( be it a girl or a boy). Who knows what's n their heart? Jealousy, back stab and revenge are always high on minds. So, I prefer to be alone, being with just few friends, whom I still call them my life.
• I hardly get time for parents, I hardly get to share my thoughts, (Sometimes, such thoughts cloud your minds that you can't even share.  
• Now, the barbie movies converted into the mainstream "Bollywood" movies starring any new "hot" pair or some catchy script or just watching for the sake of flat entertainment.
• I miss this part badly, very badly! He shifted to Ranchi for job purposes and I got busy with intellectual books. I miss calling him 'nerd', 'jerk' and 'hunk' (yes! you read it right ;). We hardly speak over phone, sometimes, talk about 'no interesting' issues too. in short, 'I miss him'
• I hardly get time to get out of the house, or  it is something I don't wish too.The silent walls of my secret solitude compel me to stay bounded. Yes, once again, I miss treating myself lavishly.
• Life compelled to in all ways to make me realize that there's no 'fairy tales'. There's no 'Prince gonna come on white horse' love story ever exist. So, I swim across the terrible thoughts and so-called facts to search for a place for myself. 
• Yes, I left my canvas. I left coloring my dreams as well. I always try to keep pace with this fast-moving world with fast-flowing people, yelling at you every-time to go and 'prove' your worth.

Childhood was the best thing that can ever happen to you. You love to be with your parents and share the pain. But now, I hide every pain from them. You stay with them under the same roof yet you go far away from them, spiritually.
When you look back at the memories, I don't visualize the snaps in a complicated manner but indeed the past looks complicated. (Who knows, how!).