Old-fashioned

                “An empty mind is a playground for thoughts.”

                While playing a friend's guitar, my mind wanders back to the childhood days.

                Those were the days when a vadapav came for 3 bucks and 3 of them would suffice to treat a groupd of 10! The days when Saturdays and Sundays meant cricket for the entire day and ice golas after that.. The imli ki golis and chatar matars.. The days of summer, diwali and Christmas vacations.. The days when we didn’t need cell-phones to call out friends –Just shout out their names.. And bicycles used to get us to any corner of the town.. Running away on breaking a window while playing cricket.. Going everywhere bare feet..

                Being conservative about pictures coz a roll gives you only 36.. And a long vacation meant 60 photographs of 4X6..

                The days when we laughed more than we cried.. And the laughter was honest.. And bruises and injuries healed in a day.. Dad coming back from work and we expected him to get something for us every day..

                Holding dad’s finger and walking around like we own the place.. No worries, no responsibilities.. The world was a better place.. And I used to think that I didn’t want to grow up.. But life doesn’t work that way..

                Unfortunately, I did grow up.. At 24, what wouldn’t I give to be a 12 year old again..

                Then again.. Flashback.. Bangalore.. Days of learning.. Still feeling like I haven’t grown-up and still be able to take care of myself.. Wandering out on my own, midnight tea, photography, cricket, cooking and eating, washing clothes.. Honest laughter..

                How one small thought triggers a train of memories.. And how I wish that I would still be able to live those memories..

                I wish I could go old-fashioned again.. Be the little me again..