Wednesday, 10 September 2014

Just remembering those days when I would come back from school to run into my mother's arms. And then, she would go to get my food, and I would run into 'hiding'- the one place where I thought no one would be able to find me. And boy, wasn't I right. My mom would go all around the big blue tent, acting oblivious to my obvious hideout. I, in the meantime, would giggle and try with no success to control my laughter. And then, suddenly, she would put her hand through the 'window' with a big spoon of 'dal chawal' with a loud, "Found You!"
I miss those days when immaturity was an act of fun, not stupidity. Stupidity was being cute, not dumb. And 'dumb' wasn't an everyday adjective but a taboo word. Those days when you didn't judge and weren't judged, and those days when you genuinely smiled at almost every thing.
I miss all those days...

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